I really should stay away from the reviews.

And I said I would stay away from the reviews, but I carelessly checked them again yesterday and today.  I’m not depressed, nah. When I sat down this morning to make the next Heavenly Bride page I kept the negative ones in mind and tried my best to make a pretty page.  And there were good reviews, too. They said my artwork wasn’t half bad and that the character development was great.

One review, however, had me questioning what I have to do to get people to pay better attention to the story description. Heavenly Bride is a mature story. By chapter two, our main guy has a nekkid intimate encounter while playing with his food. In the current chapter we’re in, there’s going to be an even more intimate but less playful encounter. I state it’s for mature audiences everywhere I can, especially in the purchase descriptions. Smashwords, at least, lets me put in that it’s for mature audiences only so that it can be filtered out from shoppers who shouldn’t and wouldn’t want to see it. Amazon and Barnes and Noble, it appears, do not have such a feature so I have mentioned it in the description.

So uploadI’m nonplussed why it would be recommended for “preteens” and teenagers by one reviewer today. How much more obvious need I get?

Well, at least people are reading it! And giving it more than three stars! And liking it! I guess I just have to hope some random parent group holding flaming signs and pitchforks don’t lynch me in my own backyard.

And yes, that’s right. I started to get back into the swing of things and resumed Heavenly Bride over a week ago sometime. For now I’m scheduling updates to appear on Saturdays, being the day I pulled out the new sheet of paper. If I can get ahead of myself and my schedule I’ll do occasional Wednesday (or so) updates as well. But for now Saturday is king.

I guess this is one way to have my adult Saturday morning cartoons.. or something.

Trait of Honor Excerpt 7

Educated Norms: Kagakusha’s chief pet peeve. There were rules for Norms like him. Kagakusha had never pegged the Mark for knowing more than the recipe for his favorite desert, and the fat man surprised him. Brohjard had him and he knew it. His smug face seemed to bloat like a child’s balloon over his doughy shoulders. Kagakusha decided this meeting was over. He stood and took a step to the door. His hand slid into his pocket.

“Think about it before you leave,” Brohjard said. “It’s better for both our nations if we join up.”

“There’s nothing to think about,” Kagakusha said with an uplifted eyebrow as his hand withdrew from the pocket. He aimed his tiny pulse gun just as Brohjard stood in alarm, conveniently leaving himself better exposed.