I was at the gym early this morning doing cardio when began to observe my own thoughts and I began to wonder if the personal trainers ever hooked up with the foxy yoga instructors inside the physical therapy room. Then something dawned on me: writing Erotica has changed the way that I daydream.
Years ago I would typically reflect on something different like (for example) whether or not David Duchovny would make a good James Bond. Now I reflect on whether or not Sean Connery’s James bond would seduce Fox Mulder while working hard to crack a case involving terrorists collaborating with aliens.
But, then again, who hasn’t had those thoughts?