You write books that will never see publication. Until you get noticed by your lesbian neighbor who works for a small press. You have a wife and she has a partner, and then the fun begins. Any real lesbian will declare the premise of this story total bunk. Well, duh, that's the very definition of fiction slash fantasy. To my loyal readers: I have to go on a small hiatus--read the endnote.
Accidents happen, and sometimes opportunities arise. A sweet tale of a big brother attending to his injured little sister. Her voice presenting the story is the encouragement. If you don't like this type of story, don't read it. For subject matter complaints, go back to the cashier and ask for a refund, you dumb fuck.
You work hard over many years to bury a secret obsession, but then everyone's saying that you married a woman who looks like your sister's sister. Maybe something like this might happen next. Apologies for not giving this the print-out/red-pencil treatment.
