my mom has a lot of ambition and business ideas now that she’s divorced and finally has a place again and is back in school

she wants to start a publishing company she says, and she’s like oh!! you should write things and i’ll publish them

one, mother, it’s a lot harder to write and edit and publish than it looks 

and two: mother, you are Very Super Mormon and literally everything i write is either gay, alien fucking, swearin’ like a sailor trash or just an unholy combination of all three

like the shit i write is mild compared to a lot of the xeno tomfoolery i see around but come on, mom.