Outing myself, maybe

Yes, booze was involved.

We went to a dinner party. We gathered around the television and watched basketball . . . cheering for one team over the other. Discussing the prospects for the final four. And, we were eating and drinking and making merry . . . when someone asked me if I were still writing.

They, of course, thought I'd be working on a novel. When I blushed and said that I write a blog, they were immediately interested. The only thing is . . . I don't really let to many people I know in real life know about my blog.

They tried to pry out of me the name or premise of my blog. I tried to oblige their questions without really letting on how they could find me. I hope. There was a lot of tequila being poured.

I tried to deflect attention away by mentioning that I was once pursued romantically by a monk. It didn't really work. sigh.