[ Nelson looks a little sheepish, biting his inner cheek. He'd never told anyone except Sally about his books -- it was embarrassing, honestly, and it had spiraled so quickly out of his own control -- but this man isn't an imPort; he doesn't know Nelson from anyone else on the street. Nelson doesn't imagine they'll see each other again after today. ]

I highly doubt that. It's a silly little crime series I wrote on -- uh -- on a whim, more than anything. I didn't expect them to sell the way they did... everyone thinks they're romance novels, of all things... but, I'm no writer. [ He's still bitter about the reception they got. It's a crime series, and it isn't smut. God! He sighs, gaze shifting downcast. It's easier than talking about his real problems. ] You don't really think about the reality of growing old when you've still got the future ahead of you. It seems like a goal. Full of promise and success.