I am vociferously passionate about good books. And I hate adverbs.
... god they are starting to bore me.
What's wrong with a good divorce in the suburbs? Where are all the stories about normal (and normal-looking) people? Men with normal dicks that aren't going to kebab his love-interest in mid-coitus? Women who aren't going to win the next Miss World? Men who have a little meat on them, and not always that hard and harsh eternal six-pack?
And why in the whole flying hell would a Billionaire be going to the local mall? They go to other places, people.
Write about shit you know, they say.
I say: DON'T WRITE about shit you don't know.
Where are the stories of normal dudes and dolls, people like us?
I really want to know.