What? You haven’t gone to Costco yet?!
No, not yet. I had to take a nap… my brain was a little fried…
Okay. Now it’s refreshed. What?
I just suddenly sensed… some friends… they’re lurking… they like… my writing?
(Smiling) Yes, of course they would like it.
No, but they like it, because of you.
No, not because of me. Why do you think they like it?
I think they’re not the “toxic” friends — they kind of get it. And they’re enjoying the fantasy. They know this is fiction. Like a modern millennial’s Mills & Boon. They’re loving it. “Imagine if Common Name fucking lifted you up in the SHOWER!” (Squeeeel!)
THEY FUCKING LOVE IT. But it’s because of you…
No. Not me. I’m not that popular or special. But Common Name is part of a genre. And there’s more of them, that will read your writing — you never spell out Common Name — it gives them room to imagine, their own Common Names. It’s not me. They’re not fantasizing about me.
(LOL)….
It’s your writing. It’s good. It makes people… imagine… in a good way. They can project their own fantasies. It’s fun. It’s entertaining. It’s their smoko.
LOL… I’m going to go to Costco.
Go to Costco.
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