Some time ago the confidants who critique my fiction writing accused me of including too much gratuitous sex. Guilty as charged. (Although I do make an effort to adorn it in classic-style prose as opposed to the gutter-mouthed writing style of many modern authors.)
I decided to try and capitalize on my carnal inclinations and answered an ad for a writer at an “adult magazine” based in Philadelphia.
The interview went well. They said ‘let’s see some of your fantasies in writing’ and I probably frightened them with what I presented. They made me an offer but the job paid next to nothing. I opted for another gig.
While the job would have been a kick of sorts — that episode revealed me to be a whore willing to sell my craft for dollars without a care in the world as to whether or not my writing did anything constructive or positive for me or anyone reading it. Even worse, no thought was given to possible damage my twisted tales might have helped cause.
What’s the strangest or most “sell out” thing you ever did with your writing? (Those of you with more integrity than me, which may be most of you, please relate the most magnanimous or altruistic use of your art.)