I may have mentioned this before, but at one point the #2 Kindle Horror author (#1 was Stephen King, of course) was a woman who wrote "BBW Shapeshifter Erotica". She seems to have been dethroned at some point.
To each their own, (I mean, I'm weird, I'm cool with it) but I can't even think about the whole shapeshifter thing. I read one once, thinking okay cool, until I realized she ONLY wanted him when he was shifted. That's a big fat nopefish!
Good, I can't stand skinny shapeshifters... it's like why don't you shift those ribs into some hips so we can party properly.
He had to pay an entrance fee of 50$, so he paid for a prize. And probably had little to no competition. Anyone can do enter if you have the entrance fee, and a solid copy of your material. Not exactly as impressive considering anyone can do it now is it?
TMW the mildly critical, three star Amazon review of a barbecue grill you're thinking of buying takes a sudden sharp turn and becomes a political tirade about FAKE NEWS and how all the libtards need to... Anyway, it seems that the paint on the bottom of the firebowl chips easily, which is useful information.
TMW it occurs to you that the weather in the UK is God's way of saying, "Don't play golf in the UK." Also, Mount Everest is God's way of saying, "Don't play golf on Mount Everest."
My problem is that sometimes my sense of humor is lost on other people and they think I am being an asshole. :[
TMW you realize that the decision by forbes.com and wired.com to deny their content to users of ad blocking plugins has taught you that you can live without Forbes and Wired.
TMW you've been preparing for and dreading something for so long that now that it's over you don't know what to do with yourself.
That moment when you realize all your characters are hetero and really white, and you have to remind yourself that that's okay because you're not obligated to placate any specific demographic, just write the fucking book.