Going way too far

Will Smith doesn’t have to cuss in his raps to sell records. Well I do.

–Eminem, The Real Slim Shady

Lately, a lot of people have been telling me that they’re going to buy my book.

Imagining the impending release of Minion of Evil, a story of violent acts, swearing, awkward bathroom situations, over-sized condom humor, rough sex, and other utterly gross things, I can’t help but think, “OMG, my mother is going to read this.”

My mother has often stated that she does not appreciate bathroom humor.

But not only my mother, there’s also my favorite barista, a wonderful woman who is put off by mild swear words, coworkers, and other people that I have not let in on the secret of my filthy mind.

Even more than the worry about the reaction of all the filth in my books, I’m concerned that people won’t like it.

I’ve always  gone for entertainment over good taste, and in my critique group, it seems like the further I push the envelope, the more people like my stories, like gawkers, drawn to a car accident. I have to wonder if I’m just so delicate in my sensibilities that I am overestimating the eww factor, or if I really have crossed some unforgivable line, from which I can never return.

1 thought on “Going way too far

  1. D. Moonfire

    The hard part about going out there is you’ll only know if you went too far when people start bitching. It makes it even harder in that someone will always hate it, no matter how wonderful your writing. There will also be people who don’t think you went nearly far enough. 🙂

    I know I like weird stuff, but I’m also someone who says you can’t offend me (you can’t), so I’m biased because I know what I like. But, I guess you aren’t going to please everyone… you just have to figure out what subset you want to bring joy to.

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