It had seemed like such a sensible idea. I would be the mild-mannered book reviewer by day who led a secret, sexy life by night under an assumed name who wrote stories about his sexcapades in the dark. I can’t really help but see parallels to ‘coming out’ as a gay person. Growing up closeted, one develops acute instincts and learns to make quick judgments about who can be trusted with what information. Because even though you are sort of living two lives, you are in fact always one person. And where is the fun in keeping a secret if you don’t have anyone you trust enough to share it with?
My wallet name has been kind of going crazy for the fiction of Susan Wells Bennett. I have finally got around to putting up the long contemplated fan page and published a review of her Brass Monkey Novels. And I totally broke my ‘only buy one eBook a month’ pledge, picking up not only her new Just One Note this month but also her short anthology Desert Choir and buying her early novel Circle City Blues. I had of course already read and reviewed Circle City Blues, but it was one of only a few books that I bought and read in a Kobo eReader program. Much as I wanted to, I was never able to like the Kobo app as well as the Kindle app. And after learning about linking, I’ve kind of given up the fight and joined the legions of folks who read pretty much only in their Kindle app these days.
I thoroughly enjoyed revisiting the world of long haul trucker “Mac” MacDougall and was reminded all over again why I have been so very enamored of Mrs. Bennett’s fiction. My pen name, meanwhile has been taking it a bit slower lately. Mostly just seeing old friends, rather than rushing hither and yon meeting lots of new people all the time. And my pen name has not even Begun the task of meeting and greeting and creating a reader base for what he’s started writing. I would be comforted by the idea that he’s turned _that_ task over to the experts at Libdrone Books. Except that I remember that that’s me. In a very different context I find myself remembering the title of the late Jean Harris’ memoir A Stranger In Two Worlds. A belated Happy Monday and here’s hoping your new week is off to a great start.