sex sells!
sex sells!
why did you remove those bits out of your book
when sex always sells?
only two scenes…
out of 90K words?
only two scenes?
don’t you know that sex sells
everything else is for the birds!
who wants to read about slow attraction
when it’s instant sex that sells?
who wants to bother with character
when sex always sells?
But I’ll write about character anyway,
and the connections that matter to me
for every word I write
is really for me.
A literary-minded witch gives you a choice: with a flick of the wand, you can become either an obscure novelist whose work will be admired and studied by a select few for decades, or a popular paperback author whose books give pleasure to millions. Which do you choose?
Are you kidding me????? I’m already obscure as it is! Why would I want to be any more obscure than I already am right now and wait till I’m dead for people to admire my work?
So without even having to think twice, I’ll take that popularity vote right now, give pleasure to millions and know when I keel over and die I made people happy in this lifetime – not in some future lifetime where maybe, just maybe, reincarnation is real and I’d get to enjoy the admiration after all.
Though I still won’t be able to enjoy the admiration because people would just probably lock me up anyway…
Morrighan's Muse 