The cat is out of the bag
May. 16th, 2016 08:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It's no secret that I write. The Spouse knows. He watched me fill notebooks full of stories instead of notes in the only class we had together in university, for example. He went into this eyes wide open. On occassion, he'll nudge me, ask me what I'm doing, and I tell him, "I'm writing."
His answer is always, "Oh, okay. Carry on."
I don't even remember how we got onto the topic yesterday, but I happened to mention that I wrote fanfic. His reaction?
"Oh, cool."
I shrugged, went back to writing, and he looked at me a few minutes later with a frown. "Wait. Is it like Doctor Who screws Spiderman kind of fanfic? Like, the sexy kind of two guys going at it fanfic, or just regular fanfic?"
"Both. The two are not mutually exclusive, baby. But also it could be two girls going at it too. Or just the regular combination, you know. Or three people or more. Orgies are a thing, too," I said. "Also, I don't write Doctor Who or Spiderman."
"Oh. Huh." He went back to watching TV. About ten minutes later -- his processing was probably delayed by the fact that there was baseball on -- he asked, "You don't write under your own name, do you?"
"No," I said distractedly, because I'm trying to remember what I'm doing with my story. "Of course not. It's completely anonymous."
"Is it on one of those websites? Because I heard of a place where you can publish that stuff. It's called [something I don't remember now]. Have you ever heard of it?"
I looked up at him and frown because I've never heard of that place before. That doesn't mean much, because I tend to stay in my little sandbox. "That's a fanfic site? Don't know anything about it."
"Yeah, I mean, it must be new, I guess." A few seconds pass and he remembered, "Never mind, I think it was a place that published erotica. Would you ever do that?"
"Sure, if I write it and someone picks it up, I guess," I said.
We both go back to what we're doing -- him, channel-surfing at the commercial breaks, me, trying to figure out how to get Character A to like Character B and not sure if I'm pulling it off successfully.
"So where do you post your stories?" he asks finally, because being subtle doesn't work on me when my head is somewhere else, and I finally clue in on what he was getting at.
I grinned at him. "I love you. Most people would freak out over this. But. Nope. You're never going to find me online. Never. Never-ever-ever."
He reached out to me from across the couch and gave me a serious look. "Honey. Sweetie pie. You don't password protect your laptop. What makes you think I don't already know?"
After one long, narrow-eyed moment of panicked hesitation, I plink him on the head. "You're a lying liar who lies."
"If you say so," he said smugly, and went back to his baseball game.
(I haven't password protected my laptop. I plan on him finding tentacle sex with his name on it if he so much as touches my laptop.)
His answer is always, "Oh, okay. Carry on."
I don't even remember how we got onto the topic yesterday, but I happened to mention that I wrote fanfic. His reaction?
"Oh, cool."
I shrugged, went back to writing, and he looked at me a few minutes later with a frown. "Wait. Is it like Doctor Who screws Spiderman kind of fanfic? Like, the sexy kind of two guys going at it fanfic, or just regular fanfic?"
"Both. The two are not mutually exclusive, baby. But also it could be two girls going at it too. Or just the regular combination, you know. Or three people or more. Orgies are a thing, too," I said. "Also, I don't write Doctor Who or Spiderman."
"Oh. Huh." He went back to watching TV. About ten minutes later -- his processing was probably delayed by the fact that there was baseball on -- he asked, "You don't write under your own name, do you?"
"No," I said distractedly, because I'm trying to remember what I'm doing with my story. "Of course not. It's completely anonymous."
"Is it on one of those websites? Because I heard of a place where you can publish that stuff. It's called [something I don't remember now]. Have you ever heard of it?"
I looked up at him and frown because I've never heard of that place before. That doesn't mean much, because I tend to stay in my little sandbox. "That's a fanfic site? Don't know anything about it."
"Yeah, I mean, it must be new, I guess." A few seconds pass and he remembered, "Never mind, I think it was a place that published erotica. Would you ever do that?"
"Sure, if I write it and someone picks it up, I guess," I said.
We both go back to what we're doing -- him, channel-surfing at the commercial breaks, me, trying to figure out how to get Character A to like Character B and not sure if I'm pulling it off successfully.
"So where do you post your stories?" he asks finally, because being subtle doesn't work on me when my head is somewhere else, and I finally clue in on what he was getting at.
I grinned at him. "I love you. Most people would freak out over this. But. Nope. You're never going to find me online. Never. Never-ever-ever."
He reached out to me from across the couch and gave me a serious look. "Honey. Sweetie pie. You don't password protect your laptop. What makes you think I don't already know?"
After one long, narrow-eyed moment of panicked hesitation, I plink him on the head. "You're a lying liar who lies."
"If you say so," he said smugly, and went back to his baseball game.
(I haven't password protected my laptop. I plan on him finding tentacle sex with his name on it if he so much as touches my laptop.)
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Date: 2016-05-17 01:13 am (UTC)Oh gawd oj gawd oh gawd!!!! I've always wondered what the ideal way to go about telling your significant other that you write fanfiction, or if it's even necessary to do that I mean, as long as they know you write, right? :p
And seriously, your husband took it incredibly well. Like, wow. You certainly picked the right guy ;)
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Date: 2016-05-18 09:38 pm (UTC)There was a "Why didn't you tell me before" moment that I could only answer with a shrug and a half-hearted, "But I did tell you, honey. You asked me what I was doing. I told you I was writing. You never asked me what I was writing."
He looked at me squinty-eyed for a second and said, "Ok, yeah, fair enough."
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Date: 2016-05-17 03:01 am (UTC)My hubby knows.
Although he's learned not to ask too many questions ;) and sometimes I tell him more than he really wants to know.
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Date: 2016-05-17 04:04 am (UTC)I wish my mum was like that, she thinks it's a waste of time. It sucks, because I'm dyslexic so it's actually a great way to keep up with my literature skills.
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Date: 2016-05-18 09:40 pm (UTC)*frowns at your mom*
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Date: 2016-05-17 05:53 am (UTC)My husband knows. He likes to look over my shoulder when I'm writing, so he's seen snatches here and there. But I don't go into graphic detail about it and would probably never let him know my username, other than in case of emergency.
Stacey
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Date: 2016-05-18 09:41 pm (UTC)The Spouse is under strict instructions to Do Things if something happens to me, so there's a list with all my usernames for him anyway.
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Date: 2016-05-18 11:26 pm (UTC)Stacey
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Date: 2016-05-18 09:44 pm (UTC)Despite the Spouse being a professional in the writing field, though more commercial than fiction/non-fiction, after one horrible incident where I needed a beta reader and he thoroughly ripped a non-slash original fic short story, he doesn't read my stuff. Most of the time it's just not what he would read anyway, genre-wise, which is fine by me.
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Date: 2016-05-18 10:53 pm (UTC)On the flip side, my foray into reading slash fanfic had all sorts of hormonal side-effects (ok, so maybe the ovaries saw a chance and jumped on it, who knows?!) so there was no real hiding it from Spouse. And he knew better than to complain. ;)
Heck, one day I may have to admit to last born that she may owe her existence to some wonderful writers who gave their writing to the world. I salute you! :)
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Date: 2016-05-18 11:57 pm (UTC)I would only admit that to your last born if she ever complains that she's addicted to fanfic. Then you can explain that you predisposed her to it :D
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Date: 2016-06-03 03:42 pm (UTC)I'm not big on relationships because I get really bored and almost immediately resentful of how much time I have to devote to them. The last one I was in was long distance and the guy texted me every night, which quickly became tedious. Finally, after one too many conversations that started with "what are you doing?" I told him, "Reading gay porn."
That kept him quiet for a little while.