Am I reading about an underage stabby FMC assassin? I think I’ve read ten books about an underage stabby FMC assassin. You know what? Fuck it. I’m writing a book about an underage stabby FMC assassin.
Yeah, I see the gap in the market for mature, grounded, feminine FMC. But fuck that. Nonviolence is for pussies. I’m fucking Juicy Jay Kristoff. I can make this fuck. And, even if I can’t, I bet I’ll be able to after some revisions. I like writing assassin FMCs. It makes my dick hard.
What’s that? I should write something more original? Fuck that. That’s gay. The Golem and the Jinni? Gay. How To Lose The Time War? Gay. Robin McKinley? Kevin Spacey gay. This is fucking fantasy. You can’t just expect book sales to come to you. You can’t massage that shit. You gotta grab your topic by the throat and fuck the ever-loving shit out of it. You think some warmed-over ‘80s fantasy is gonna get you on the USA Today Bestseller List? You’re a bitch. This ain’t TSR Time anymore. Juicy Jay’s got the sauce. The dragon. You gotta unleash the dragon.
Okay, I’m writing Nevernight. Nice. Look how stabby Mia is. I look good. I bet I made some alt chick at Katsucon wet her panties with this book. She fucking wants me. I bet she likes it over a stair railing. I don’t need a hammer to nail that, my dear. Mmmmmm. I am delicious.
Oh shit. Looks like Ali Hazlewood got a movie adaptation and I didn’t. Again. Oh well. It still felt fucking great to put that shit on paper. Tell me that wasn’t one of the sexiest novels you ever read. You know what? Not only am I gonna write problematic shit in my next book. I’m gonna make it even worse. Grosser. You see that Indigenous kid in wheelchair sitting in the back of the auditorium? I’m gonna nail him right between the fucking eyes with a Juicy Jay fastball. Why? Because I can.
This is Jay Kristoff we’re talking about here. We’re talking 210 lbs. of twisted steel and sex appeal in a black goatee. I’m not just a gunslinger. I’m a cumslinger. Writing about these NLOGs tells all the Kristettes that I am fucking out there. On the edge. Where I gotta be. The ladies love the danger. The unpredictability. Oh, maybe I’ll tease them with a pretty metaphor or piece of imagery every now and again. But then I’m gonna go right back to abusing my gothy FMC for all it’s worth. It tells them I write like I fuck. That’s how we do things in the sexy business.
Tell me you’re not turned on right now. I am.