Letting on

Just had a long conversation with an old friend I don't talk to much anymore. For the last year or so, when we've talked, I don't have much to say about my life because what I've really been doing is writing, and what I've been writing is a long, semi-erotic, m/m romance, possibly never to leave the realm of fanfic.

So I say that work's fine, family's fine, and there's not much new and I'm not really doing anything, when in fact I'm passionately engaged in something I've kept secret. Why? Who the hell knows? Post for another time.

Anyway, I can't really blame her for filling our conversations with details of her own life, because I haven't been disclosing what's important about mine.

Tonight I told her I've been writing, and when she asked me what, I told her a romance. She ventured a few questions about it, and eventually I just came clean and said, "Well, it's about two guys."

This did not surprise her all that much, and led to a conversation that we could both participate in for a change--about historical treatment of gay men, and what we like in historical novels generally. Like a good friend, she said she wants to read it (which, no, she really doesn't, but it was nice of her to say it).

Heh. Now the trick is going to be for her to get me to shut up about my writing next time we talk.