One of my favorite time sucking hobbies is to go through the wishlists and prior reviews of people...

One of my favorite time sucking hobbies is to go through the wishlists and prior reviews of people who leave me feedback on Winter Wolf’s amazon page. This is mostly because I love browsing random shit to buy on the internet. I can sort of excuse this as almost useful, in that I learn things like: a surprising amount of guys are reviewing this book, and that’s awesome/unexpected given current ideas about the demographics of the romance genre, and many of those dudes are gamers, which is super awesome because my Inner Secret Fantasy Life features a lot of me writing video games and comic books. 

Which is to say, one day I will write a video game script and submit it to Obsidian or something and beg everyone I know on the internet to e mail them about how great I am and how they should hire me. Look, you should totally be able to play a gay werewolf in a fantasy RPG. Why not, yo?

But mostly it’s that, like, in a world where someone successfully made a pigeon dating sim, I, just. Look. Success is attainable. Someone made a pigeon dating sim. Follow your dreams, children. Someone made a pigeon dating sim. Nothing you want to write is too outrageous. Just do it.