I was working on my new fiction novel when My wife asked how it was going. I told her the story was about a floating island populated by chunky naked women, who's sole male occupant was King. She approved of the premise, suggesting I had created a new genre. I then explained that the King had issued one overriding decree, which was that the women were forbidden to congregate on the edges of the island, lest they tip it over. Looking up at my wife's face after that revelation, I realized that she had just withdrawn her approval for some reason.

I did not add the next level of the story, where a ship filled with young virile men was blown off course and approached the floating island. This caused the women to rush to that side of the island to ogle their new toys, disobeying the Kings command. This resulted in the island tipping over, sinking the ship, drowning it's sailors and causing the island to sink. The King, being the resourceful fellow that he is, lashes his subjects together and seeks a new kingdom, ruling from the resulting raft. It was scientifically known that chunky women are quite buoyant.

I will have to create another pen name if I wish to publish this work, because if my wife reads it - I'll end my days living in my camper, or a nursing home. As the title suggests, I added one detail too many, when giving my wife a sneak preview of my latest piece.