/lit/ - Literature

I DON'T NEED DRUGS I'M HIGH ON BEAUTY

>book describes a location
>immediately forget all the details and just make up a place in my mind that seems to fit
>get mentally jarred when the book mentions something that I didn't personally imagine

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Excellent to hear that you've resigned to a life of objectification. Not that it's any of my business, you probably were born into this role. Nothing I can say, no action I take will dissuade you from becoming Chad's fuck-meat. Five years from now you'll be married to him. 10 years you'll have three children with him. You'll be the dutiful rich mommy. All the real house work will be down by servants, negros will raise your children for you, become their surrogate mothers, a source of warmth contrasting your cold plasticity. When you're having your fifth glass of wine, when you're dosing Xanax to get through the day until he takes you to dinner and plows you, when you are watching the view 20 years from now; you will see me talking to those nagging harpies about my book. I will live a life of passion, what will you do, whore?

How do I publish a book if I've been in porn before? I don't want people to know who I am, is a nom de plume that great of a defence?