La Vie Boheme

I have many many jumbled

I have many many jumbled thoughts about writing going on in my head right now, some of which I may post in the form of a rant tomorrow, but right now one thing sticks out. I may have made the gravest mistake of my budding writing career.

At her request, I gave my mother the first draft of The Exile's Daughter to read. She doesn't read fantasy. To my knowledge, the only fantasy she's ever read are the first two Harry Potter books, and that's just since we moved in together in June. I don't know that she's going to get my novel.

But there's another problem, a shame that I'm sure most modern writers have faced. It's a problem that transcends genre: I made my mommy read dirty words.

Yes, it's all about artistic freedom and license to say what you want, until your mother delicately brings up the number of times you use the word 'fuck' in your manuscript. The good little girl in me is still cringing.