A quick recap of a phone conversation I had with my brother yesterday.
DBJ: What’s this you have on your blog about me? I never said that your book promoted teenage sex.
Mr. V: Yes, you did.
DBJ: No, I didn’t. And I never said your book wasn’t adequate for Christians.
Mr. V: I seem to remember something about Red Polka Dot, Selling Books at Church, and Going to Hell being wrapped up in the same sentence.
DBJ: Well, you are a heathen….
Okay, the conversation didn’t go quite like that, but that’s the basic gist of it, without the heathen part. I really do remember my brother saying those things, but he says he didn’t, and without recorded proof, I’m like Marcia Clark at the OJ trial.
DBJ is actually very supportive of my writing career. He used to be a pretty good poet, and I really wish he’d pick up a pen and get back to writing. He’s been there since the beginning, and he’s the only person that read my first manuscript, which will henceforth be referred to as “Shit-on-Paper”. Too many characters, not enough plot…but at least it was funny. But, I’m digressing….