On Oversharing
When I started telling people about my sex and dating memoir , I received a similar response from nearly everyone: “You’ll use a pen name, right?” Each time I’d respond with a laugh. “Nope.” A look of horror would then takeover the faces of my well-meaning loved ones (who didn’t want to see me “ruin my life” for a book). At first, they’d try to convince me to change my mind. Some gently, others firmly. They'd remind me that I had children ( oh, really? ) and that one day I might want to work for someone who wasn't too thrilled by my exploits ( um, no ), that I might regret it one day ( oh well!), and that I Really. Should. Think. About. It. But it didn't matter. I'd made up my mind. I was determined to publish my story as a 100% factual memoir, not a thinly-veiled piece of fiction - with my real name attached. This was for two reasons: Firstly, I'm proud of my life. I’m proud of my story. I don’t feel the need to hide anything. So why wouldn’t I put...