My Secret is Out

A day-in-the-life-of-a-writer post:

So I was minding my own business, riding my motorcycle, and came up behind this really slow vehicle. Slo-o-o-o-o-ow. And I passed it. The pass . . . um . . . didn't take a whole lot of time. Turns out it was my mom and her friends, who then saw me take a corner and now now know my motorcycle—gasp—leans as it goes around corners. I guess my secret is out. ;)

I've been informed I shall need to be darned careful on those corners in the next months when there's ice on the roads. Because moms are always moms, right? Which is as it should be.

So to make her feel better, I told her that when it's cold enough that there's ice on the roads, don't worry, I won't be out riding. I'll be tucked behind my desk, writing about people having kinky sex. I can say things like that to her. She's cool that way.