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What Even IS This???

Howdy, y'all! So, I was mindin' my own business, scrolling through Facebook and livin' my life. Then, there was a post in this group I'm a part of. It's comprised of Black Female Writers and artists called 'Black Girls Write, too'. A lady named Nicki Johnson posted, "If this book can get published, then so can OURS!" With three laughing emojis. The picture she posted left most (if not all) of us stunned. I was in shock after reading this summary! 

Somebody actually thought of a premise for this book. Then, they probably outlined it. As they outlined it, nothing told them that this was probably too weird for public consumption. They took the time to write this book. I'm not sure how long it took, but they did it. This book has been read by numbers in the thousands. It was rated over 2000 times. It has 487 reviews. The summary alone made me not want to read it. What is LIFE right now?

I wrote two eBooks not even HALF as weird as this and can't even get people to buy them. This guy wrote a book with "The Haunted Vagina" displayed PROUDLY on the cover... and it sold? I need to find out where he published to see if I have a shot with some of my paranormal fair. 

I write rock 'n' roll erotica. If there is an audience for THIS shit, I KNOW somebody out there wants to read mine! And it won't make you sit in one position in a state of shock for twenty minutes, questioning life and all the reading choices you've made over the years.

~SIGH~ Yeah, well ... DEUCES!!!




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