This was the first story I published following my fifteen-year creative hiatus. I’ll admit I was very surprised when I finished it. It’s funny, I thought. That seemed strange. I’m not funny; I’ve never been funny. And then Every Day Fiction published it and their readers thought it was funny, too. Well, what do you know?
I’ve been asked if this was based on true events. The
answer is, Not really. I’m at an age where I’m surrounded by a lot of marriage
and baby talk and that’s what prompted me to write this piece: the horror of
watching other people grow up all around me while I’m still struggling with the
disbelief that we can possibly be old enough to be creating a new generation
already.
Many people, including the editors at EDF, were very surprised by the ending. I
thought that was funny because to me, there would have been no story without
the ending. Or, rather, it would have been an incredibly dull and formulaic
story if it had come to the expected conclusion. I myself was most surprised by
how tolerant people were of the anti-offspring stance of this piece; I expected
a bit more indignant horror. It’s good to know that readers can be entertained
by a story even if they don’t agree with its premise. Just as I can be amused
by the new parents and children springing up all around me J
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