You know your writing career is really in the toilet when you're debating whether or not to put the anecdote about the sperm omelette at the beginning or at the end. Sometimes, it's difficult to write when you want to throw up at your own product. Some days, it's a miracle you don't chop off your own head.
"You are a miracle!"
Yeah, so writing this story for the soon-to-be-launched Double X is going fucking awesome! And by "fucking awesome," I mean I can hardly stand it. Without barfing. If that, then by all means, it's going great. Thanks for asking.
The idea part is the easy part. The research part is the fun part. The writing part is the I-can't-die-soon-enough part. Or, you know, maybe that's me. Or maybe it's Porn Valley. Or maybe it's what happens when you try and put into words things that dwell in the Lacanian gap into which you have bungee jumped, headfirst, yet again.
Oh, the hole you're in!
