I will have to resist applying self-censorship sooner or later.  I picked up a book at the Library called Telling Lies for Fun and Profit by Lawrence Block and after reading the bit about writing short stories versus a novel, I put myself in front of the computer and continued to write – or rather, revamped – a short story that was already, in my mind, part of a novel.  It is just that I get lazy when I think of the amount of pages still to be written, and the holes I leave to fill later.  The initial story draft, for example, was written in the first person, which to me was limiting (it seemed to help to give the character a more definite personality).  To some extent, I keep wanting to write the chronicles of a character in whose head I like to be.  Here’s the rub: the character engages in gay prostitution, and it raises red flags in my mind.  The funny thing is that I have no idea about the lives of actual sex workers, and this character would definitely be of high morals when compared to the image we make in our society of the albeit illicit trade.  Perhaps if we followed my model, there would no longer be a need for the underground industry where people are abused and are put in conditions resembling slavery.  I remember hearing that in Germany sex workers were licensed in the name of public safety.  My sex worker and his business partner seem to have a high ethical sense, and after all I should not censor it because for what I know it could become a model.