Spank my bare bottom and call me a nudist! The snow is coming down outside. It’s a white out. The announcer on the radio said we might get as much as five inches.
Well, it is January in Pittsburgh.
I’ve done all the web surfing of the Internet that I want to do right now. I checked Egotastic All Stars, Salon, The Huffington Post and The Village Voice. I checked my Mr. Skin/Naked News account and my Twitter and Tumblr accounts. Now I’m ready to relax.
I changed the radio from the local 24/7 all news station (KQV) to the local 24/7 all classical music station (WQED). And I’m going to assume my favorite position (flat on my back on the sofa with two pillows under my weary head) and I’m going to read my public library book: The Seven Years War in Europe 1756-1763 by Franz A. J. Szabo. It’s an excellent history of the war.
But before I do, I want to post a couple of random thoughts about writing erotica.
There is definitely a paying market for all kinds of erotica, but the market is so flooded that in order to succeed as a writer of erotica, you have to bring something different to the table. Sucking, fucking and eating pussy will only take you so far. And what do I mean by success?
Making enough money writing erotica to keep it interesting, because you probably will not make enough to live on. To survive, you need a real job; or, if you’re financially independent don’t worry about it. All I know is if I didn’t get a social security check and two pension checks at the beginning of every month I would be homeless and starve to death as a writer of erotica….
This should be the year (2016) that the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette starts operating in the black. Oh, the margin of profit will be small (hopefully it will continue to grow), but it’ll be enough to give me something to brag about to anyone I can waylay to listen.
I’ll say, “You see I stuck with it all these years and finally I’m making some money.”…
Only another writer of erotica would believe the effort was worth it.
Now back to The Seven Years War.