Island Hideaway 31 - Clitoral stimulation and other puff
By Terrence Oblong
Tue, 14 Jan 2020
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"What are you writing?"
"An article on clitoral stimulation for a sex therapy magazine."
"No, seriously, what are you writing?"
"An article on clitoral stimulation for a sex therapy magazine."
"They hired you to write that?"
"The editor knows me. I used to write articles for his previous magazine."
"What magazine's that?"
"Clown monthly."
"So you got hired to write about clitoral stimulation because you know about clowning. That sounds about right."
I had taken to writing in Mo’s room so that she had company. It was a long day for her, still unable to get out of bed. We talked while I worked, most of these articles I can churn out without much thought. Sometimes we would talk, sometimes Mo would do her exercises, sometimes she would sleep.
"Some of the things you write," she said once. I was writing an article on bath salts for a consumer review magazine. "Who reads these things?"
"They don't need to be read," I said. "They need to be there. People buy magazines, read a couple of articles, the main features, a celebrity piece, a recipe from a famous chef, the rest is puff, filling, like the adverts during half time in the cup final when every single man in the country is taking a piss."
"Don't you mind that you write the unseen puff that nobody's interested in 'cause they're taking a piss?"
"Of course not. I'm a professional writer. I just put words on a page. I don't care what I'm asked to write. I don't care who reads it. All I care about is being paid."
"And how's the career going?"
"Brilliantly actually. Right now the world exists for writers like me."
"An article on clitoral stimulation for a sex therapy magazine."
"No, seriously, what are you writing?"
"An article on clitoral stimulation for a sex therapy magazine."
"They hired you to write that?"
"The editor knows me. I used to write articles for his previous magazine."
"What magazine's that?"
"Clown monthly."
"So you got hired to write about clitoral stimulation because you know about clowning. That sounds about right."
I had taken to writing in Mo’s room so that she had company. It was a long day for her, still unable to get out of bed. We talked while I worked, most of these articles I can churn out without much thought. Sometimes we would talk, sometimes Mo would do her exercises, sometimes she would sleep.
"Some of the things you write," she said once. I was writing an article on bath salts for a consumer review magazine. "Who reads these things?"
"They don't need to be read," I said. "They need to be there. People buy magazines, read a couple of articles, the main features, a celebrity piece, a recipe from a famous chef, the rest is puff, filling, like the adverts during half time in the cup final when every single man in the country is taking a piss."
"Don't you mind that you write the unseen puff that nobody's interested in 'cause they're taking a piss?"
"Of course not. I'm a professional writer. I just put words on a page. I don't care what I'm asked to write. I don't care who reads it. All I care about is being paid."
"And how's the career going?"
"Brilliantly actually. Right now the world exists for writers like me."
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:)) You're giving me faith in
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:)) You're giving me faith in making a living!
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