Yes, it's probably best to leave the crazy interspecies DNA swapping to the Japanese, where it belongs.

I'm not nearly as unhappy about the rise of direct publishing. Sure, there's a lot of dreck out there, but that is true of the conventional publishing model too- whenever I walked into a Barnes & Noble store in Manhattan I'd always find myself confronted with reams of garbage masquerading as "literature" and "bestsellers". It's a question of individual taste and choice, and I'm all for putting that freedom into people's hands.

Case in point: heavy metal has exploded in the last twenty years. Bands don't necessarily make very much money playing the music, but the variety of sub-genres and the skill level of most metal bands has gone way, way up. I wouldn't even have heard of half the bands I listen to today if it weren't for YouTube, Napster (back in the day), and various other music streaming services.

Well if it's anything like your last e-book then I'm sure it'll be a fun read (from a woman's perspective, anyway) =)

I've just written and published my first Dinosaur Erotica novella on Amazon.

It hasn't been an overnight success, buy yeah it's selling.

Crazy bitches 😉

On a serious note, ebooks are only highlighting the watering down of literature. I have noticed over the past 10 years how just about anybody can publish a book. Kindle Direct Publishing sounds like the most ideal way to publish now. Especially with that royalty rate. However, for the reader they have to sift through more bullshit to find good unknown authors. We all saw how this panned out with the music industry when Napster, Kazaa, Limewire, and Youtube made it possible for unknowns to put their recordings online. Now we have one of the most depressing eras of music. I see the trend going the same way with books. People writing garbage, and others reading garbage.

Planning to write a book on how several unreasonably buxom female deep-sea divers are taken prisoner, held captive, and rodgered by vicious mer-men with anatomically incorrect members and are then rescued by some bizarre were-octopus who just happens to give them the time of their lives?

The sad part is, there is probably an audience for a book like that somewhere. Undoubtedly entirely female.