With all the furvor over Fifty Shades of Grey; the Twilight fanfic which has morphed in to it’s own franchise, I went through all the basic emotions of your average unknown indie author.
1. “Aww, that’s nice for the author! Lucky devil”
2. “Wait… It’s based on what now?”
3. (enough cursing to make even George Carlin blush)
I was so very tempted to alter the path my own series will take in order to sink to the lowest common denominator, which seems to be an asshole main guy and a brainless main girl who screw for reasons unknown because neither are attractive to the reader so how they are attracted to each other is a mystery. But I refuse. I’d planned for my series to get more sexual at it’s own pace in ways that make sense and don’t leave the reader wanting to hurl and throw the book across the room.
Am I jealous? Hellz yeah, I am! The author is laughing all the way to the bank. And more power to her. But I’m not changing how I write in order to sell books. It’s not why I write, its not how my characters demand to be written. I may never get a movie deal, I may never sell more than 50 books a month, I may never get a stranger running up to me to proclaim how much they have loved my book but I refuse to sell my writing soul in the hopes of achieving literary success. Because then what real achievement is there?
I’m not completely hating on the books; there are plenty of other people to do that. 😄 I wish the author all the success in the world (wish granted, it seems) but I have no intention of reading these books; so I won’t trash em. When something is touted as “mommy porn” or “Twilight for moms” I run in the other direction. *shudder* So if you’ve read it and liked it, bully for you.