Dirty, Happy Interlude : Adventures of an erotica editor

As a break from reviews, here’s a glimpse into the life of an erotica writer, editor, and mom. 



With one hand, I type notes into the comment box for track changes on the Microsoft Word doc I’m editing while with the other elbow I fend off the blue dump truck, a tractor, a teddy bear, and a piece of petrified peanut butter sandwich, all wielded with deadly accuracy by a teething toddler. He’s already lost his toddler-sized Camelbak once today for throwing it at Mommy’s computer, and we keep having to come up with games that involve toys flying away from the lazy boy and laptop on my knees that don’t result in the Immediate Toddler Bursting Into Unaccountable Tears Over Nothing Response. Meanwhile I’m trying to determine why Reginald’s left hand is traveling without his knowledge down the Lady Beverly’s thigh and whether the paragraph ends in the same tense it began in.

It doesn’t.

Sigh.

A talking book goes skidding across the floor.

“It’s story time!” it squeaks in an overly enthusiastic electronic.

“No shit,” I mutter back.

Baby gym comes on the baby channel and the toddler gives a squeal of excitement, goes skidding across the floor, slides into the chair, and falls down in his excitement. He scrambles back up and staggers to stand in parade rest, mesmerized by the talking sock puppets on TV.

Wow.

Anyway, back to Reginald’s left hand…