Aching for Reviews

I hadn’t realised, when I thought I’d jump into the Indie stream and have a splash around, that the hardest thing about it would be getting people to read my stuff. But it is.

By that, I don’t mean that it’s hard to get people to pay for an ebook. That’s not so much of a problem I think. No, the hard thing is trying to persuade someone to read a free copy and then post their opinions online. And, because Amazon.com is such a publishing powerhouse, what that really means is posting their opinions on Amazon.com or .co.uk.

So if anyone would like to do that, please let me know, and I’ll give you a free copy of Payback or Aching for Marvin.

Aching for Marvin – the cover!

Yes, I know, it’s only a cover, but I quite like it.

Here it is:

 

It’s different from my other covers – it’s got more colour for a start – and hopefully people can tell what sort of novella it’s going to be. I’d be delighted to hear any feedback of course.

Aching for Marvin – my first novella

So my absence from the blogosphere has been due to some frenetic writing and illustrating and the result will be here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/52226 and on Amazon.com within a few days.

Aching for Marvin is a novella – barely. Snippets of it have been up here elsewhere for a few Twitterotica prompts. They seemed to get a good response so fingers crossed…

It’s got sauce but it’s a bit of a departure from my previous stuff as it’s not quite as dark. So I wonder whether people prefer fluffy or heavy. Chocolate fondant (with sauce) or chocolate fudge cake? Hmm, tough one.

So what really is the difference between porn and erotica?

I’m talking about writing, by the way, not those funny pictures of unlikely people doing unusual things to each other, with props.

No, I’m trying to figure out what elevates erotica from the status of pornography. I’m not the first to have done this. There is a prevailing view among erotica authors that what we do is not porn. I like to think so too. But when I try to put my finger on the thing that makes it that way, I can’t quite manage it. I’m hoping that by the time I get to the end of this post, I’ll have figured it out.

Bent over the knee of Mark Zuckerberg

I’m on Facebook, finally. Yeah, I know. My view is that there comes a time when there’s no point struggling any more. You know you’re going to lose. You know it’s going to hurt, and hurt for a long time. So you might as well lie down and take it. It’ll only get worse if you don’t. And there’s a small part of you that thinks that afterwards it might be worth it. It’s not that the actual experience itself is enjoyable, but the effects can be incendiary.

So let’s all set fire to Facebook.

What, did you think I was talking about something else?