The Storm

The storm is coming, if not already here. If you're an independent publisher in the erotica genre then you'll know what I mean. I've only had some titles removed by Kobo so far, but fear that will not be the limit.
I come originally from Ayr, home of Robert Burns. I doubt he would have been impressed by what's happening at the moment, and might well have been a victim if writing today as some of his poems are pretty racy. Can you imagine that - banning Burns. You might as well tell the Scots to stop drinking whisky... or is that the next moral crusade in store?
I won't go on. I don't have the heart to write at the moment, but by God I will keep writing. But for now I'll just quote what the Bard had to say... appropriately in his poem 'To A Mouse' which we are when pitched against the giants of commerce...
‘Still thou are blest, compared wi’ me!The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’forward, tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’fear!’
Jack