The Author’s Response to Fan Expectations

As I scrolled through the comments on my latest erotic tale, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction. The story had clearly struck a chord with my readers, and the feedback was overwhelmingly positive.

“I really like this story,” one anonymous reader wrote. “Can you write a new story, a continuation of this one?”

Brootforce, a seasoned reader, chimed in with a list of my published works. “The Return by Sean M. Campbell,” he wrote. “The Return II & III by Sean Campbell. Saving Mouse by Sean M. Campbell. Coming soon. MERC By Sean M. Campbell (Non-Erotic tale.). For Love Of A God By Sean M. Campbell (Romance with very mild sex scenes.).”

But not everyone was pleased with my work. An anonymous reader, clearly frustrated, wrote, “What’s your Ebook called, the exact name?”

Another reader, equally as dissatisfied, posted, “What a prick! I had gotten to chapter 13. You really think doing this anyone here is going to go pay at another site to finish it?”

This reader went on to express their frustration with my writing style, criticizing my grammar and punctuation. “As far as I was concerned it was over when Rhys defeated the emporer and crowned the new emporer. Going to use my daily allotments of negatives to drive these so far down in the ratings no one will ever find them again, and you can bet your bastard ass any story you write in the future will not get any of my attention, unless it’s to spam with negative votes.”

Despite this negative feedback, many readers continued to praise my work. “I think these stories are awesome,” one reader wrote. “I thoroughly enjoy your writing style and plot line. 95/100 for me, -5 because of spelling errors but I mean come on, who cares about spelling when what you write is good enough to make up for it?”

“This one of the best stories I have read on any site,” another reader exclaimed. “You have a gift.”

“It’s good,” another reader wrote. “It’s VERY good :-)”

“Amazing stuff!” another reader praised. “Keep them coming.”

One reader, who identified as dyslexic, wrote, “I find only a few stories I can read worth the head ache. Yours are among the few. Please don’t change your style, stay true to your stories and yourself.”

As I finished reading the comments, I felt a sense of gratitude towards my readers. Their feedback and support meant the world to me, and I was eager to continue writing and sharing my stories with them.

“Whew!!! Thank you,” one reader posted. “I look forward to more chapters.”

I smiled, feeling inspired and motivated to continue writing. The positive feedback from my readers had given me the boost I needed to keep going, and I couldn’t wait to share my next story with them.

As I sat at my desk, staring at the scathing review on my erotic fiction story, a wave of frustration washed over me. The reader had apparently lost interest after chapter 13 and was now determined to sabotage my work.

“What a prick,” the review read, “I had gotten to chapter 13. You really think doing this anyone here is going to go pay at another site to finish it? It had become boring and predictable anyway.”

The reader went on to claim that my story was over when the protagonist, Rhys, defeated the emperor and crowned a new one. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of annoyance at their dismissive attitude.

“I’m going to use my daily allotments of negatives to drive these so far down in the ratings,” the review continued. “No one will ever find them again, and you can bet your bastard ass any story you write in the future will not get any of my attention, unless it’s to spam with negative votes.”

I couldn’t help but wonder if the writer would ever find a more constructive way to express their criticism. Instead, they resorted to insults and threats.

“So did you find any kind of an editing program yet?” the review concluded. “You’re sure as hell too damn dumb to use proper grammar and writing technique to actually make any money writing on your own.”

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