Based on a Former Life: #Writing #AgeGap #DaddyFetish #Erotica

I don't tend to keep on top of things.

That's especially true when it comes to the daily drama of the romance world.

But I happened to notice everybody freaking out about a chart-topper on Amazon. Apparently this book featured father/daughter incest and underage sex. It's since been removed from sale because both of those things go against Amazon's terms of service. This book's also been banned by Smashwords, and Smashwords will sell you books about getting fucked by your mom, a bull, and the family dog. It takes some effort to get your book bounced from their system.

Bottom line is you can't publish books featuring sex with minors. Ever. Anywhere. This is what we've all agreed to as authors.

So that whole thing happened.

But it didn't stop there.

Because after that incident, I started seeing authors hating on other books... books wherein the main characters were not related or underage.  Books about legal adults engaged in consensual sex.

Hoo boy.  Here we go.

Remember 10+ years ago, when authors supported each other?  Helped each other?  I do.  I was blown away by the kindness and generosity other writers showed me when I was started out in this business.

Now what do we get?  Authors tearing each other down.  Authors scratching each other's eyes out.  Petty jealousies that turn into witch hunts.  That's what I've been seeing lately.

After the rapey child molester book was taken off the market, I saw authors calling for other books to be taken down too--pretty much any book featuring an older man and younger woman. Consenting adults with an age gap.  Everything must go.

Look, I'm kind of glad nobody in that romance world really knows or cares I exist (or they've hated me for so long that it's not even fun anymore), because I've written a ridiculous amount of age gap fiction and I'm not going to stop because a bunch of angry authors think it's "disgusting." 

Why do I so often write about older men and younger women?  Because I lived it.  You know this about me. You know I was involved with one of my high school teachers, a much older man, a very married man.  I've told this story so many times you're bored just thinking about it. So am I.

Through fiction writing, I'm able to process my experiences as a teen and young adult.  I'm able to think about that time in my life from every angle.  I'm sure that, in reading my fiction, readers who've shared similar experiences are able to process their shit too. I recently heard someone say there's no "junk food" when it comes to media consumption. Even if you think of some stupid TV show you watch as a guilty pleasure, it changes you.  Everything we consume (books, movies, TV, music) works inside our brains in ways we're not even aware of.

Okay, so one thing that attracted me to the older man I was involved with was that... this might sound a little strange... but he was just so sad.  Like, really really sad. Existential ennui, depression, suicidal thoughts. I was so drawn to that.  I just wanted to make him happy.  I wanted to use my body to make him happy.

I was drawn to other qualities, too.  He seemed so knowledgeable and wise. Nobody in my family had gone past high school, and he had a MASTER'S degree. Like, wow, so educated! *swoon* Smart and sad. Shut up and take my virginity!

Did I think our relationship was fucked up while it was happening? Of course not!  I'd have gone to the ends of the earth to defend the choices we made.  Looking back, do I think it was fucked up?  Hell yes. But does that mean I regret my life choices? No, not at all. And does that mean I shouldn't fictionalize my personal experiences? No. It's my life. I'm gonna use it in my books.

"Fine, write your life--but depressing litfic only. It shouldn't be presented in a positive light."

Haha. That was the hottest sex of my life. You think I'm not going to present it that way? My libido's waning by the minute and I very often wish there was some way to recapture those delicious years.  I can't recapture them in life.  I can in fiction.

Pretty much everything I write is massively fucked up.  I'd be bored if it wasn't.  If a bunch of other authors hate me because I write taboo erotica or student/teacher sex or adultery or age play, let them hate. I stopped caring a long time ago.

Except I guess I do still get riled up, or why would I be writing these words?

And why would I have decided to post my new adult novella CHERRY for free at Wattpad?

CHERRY is one super-smutty book.

It's about an 18-year-old girl who falls for her father's best friend on vacation. It's pretty much exactly the kind of book a lot of authors seem to want to burn these days. What I keep thinking is: if a book doesn't appeal to you, DON'T READ IT.  It's obviously not for you. It's probably for the person who's been through this--who's going through it now or who went through it when they were younger.  Or maybe it's just for the reader who wants to peep some hot sex between an older man and a young woman. Why so much judgement? Sheesh.

Anyway, today I posted the first chapter from CHERRY at Wattpad so people can read it for free. I'm going to post a new chapter every day until I'm out of chapters. More info here.

People who find this kind of book offensive can skip it. Or hate-read it. I really don't care.  I'm making CHERRY available FOR FREE for the people who want to read it--to process their experiences... or just to get off.

https://www.wattpad.com/456958988-cherry-chapter-one

Excitica has closed its doors and this sucks for everyone.

You know how everything is terrible? Well, here's more terrible to add to the list.

If you check out Excitica's storefront, here's what you'll see:

It is with great sadness that we have to announce that Excitica will be closing our doors, effective immediately.

Unfortunately, we are unable to continue providing you with the stories and books you love in the current climate due to strict payment processing standards holding us hostage. We have attempted to fight this form of censorship to no avail. We will be paying all publishers and authors royalties owed to them. We apologize for this lost opportunity and regret that we won’t be able to continue our relationship.

Readers, please download your purchases before Friday, February 8, 2019. Thank you all for your support through the years.

In case you're not familiar with Excitica, it was the erotica ebook store Selena Kitt created when other ebook retailers started removing tons of erotic stories and books from their shelves--particularly taboo erotica, dubcon, noncon, hardcore BDSM, and whatever else the retailer deemed offensive.

Selena created Excitica so independent authors/publishers like you(?) and me could get our work out into the world, like the internet gods intended.

I'm gutted that Selena's had to close Excitica's doors. I've been working with her for more than a decade and I love her like family. She has done so ridiculously much to help other authors, building co-ops and websites that would benefits erotica readers and writers alike. Trust me, she has been fighting the powers that be for years any time our books have come under fire. She's the one who's always gone to bat for all of us. I could never do what she's done, for myself much less for erotica authors as a whole.

Erotica's always had a bad rap, and it takes a strong leader to create spaces for readers who read it and writers to write it. Selena's been that leader for more than a decade. She's done her damnedest, and I can only thank her for her efforts.

I can't fault Selena for the closure of Excitica. I can only praise her for building it in the first place.

But Excitica's closure does not bode well for those of us who read and/or write erotica. It doesn't leave us many retailers to purchase from or publish at. The only ebook retailer (that springs to mind) that continues to allow taboo content is Smashwords, and I thank the many, many readers who continue to purchase my work and Lexi's from that source.

Is my #erotica too #taboo for you?

These aren't steps. This isn't role play. It's actual incest erotica: fathers and daughter, brothers and sisters, cousins and twins.

Some readers have told me they can't do it, can't follow me there. I totally understand. Before I started writing taboo erotica, it squicked me really badly. I would see all those daddy/daughter stories at Smashwords and it literally turned my stomach. I'd click away from the page as fast as I could because the very idea made me physically ill.

Then Adam and Sheree came to me like a fever dream. They took over my life. They took control of my fingers. They typed their own trilogy: Adam and Sheree's Family Vacation, Family Business, and Family Christmas. (Also available from Amazon as the slightly tamer pseudo-incest trilogy: Adam and Sheree's Stepbrother Series)

I guess you could say Adam and Sheree opened the taboo floodgates.

What's the appeal of truly taboo erotica, beyond the titillation of that which is forbidden?

Well, for an author who's in it for the hustle, I'll tell you straight-up: incest erotica sells really well. It sells way better than nuanced literary erotica, that's for sure!

So, in the interest of making money, I've just released a new collection called Family Affairs Incest Erotica. It's comprised of all THREE of my Smut Smackdown stories. (Remember when Lexi challenged me to a contest to see which of us could out-incest the other? Those stories.)

Praise be to the Almighty Dollar!

I say that, but you know me well enough to realize I wouldn't write fiction that made me hate myself. So I guess it's not all about the money.

The truth is that I like these stories. I especially enjoyed writing the story Two Complete Strangers, which is about a father and daughter meeting for the first time as adults. And fucking at the top of a cliff. I got the idea for that one when I heard about a new opera being mounted (heh) based on the love affair Anais Nin had with her father.

Family Affairs Incest Erotica also includes the stories Spying on the Twins (about twins who fuck each other and then their cousin. on a beach.) and The Family Bed (about a girl who sleeps naked with her father and brother. sorry--this one's indoors).

You can get Family Affairs at Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/707945?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica

Also available from eXcitica: https://www.excitica.com/index.php/family-affairs-incest-erotica.html

Oh, and in case I haven't made it clear, I'll mention that all the characters in these stories are consenting adults. Well, except the dad and brother in The Family Bed. They are adults, but they're not exactly consenting. Because they're asleep.

Happy Reading!

Giselle

Happy Tenniversary to YOU! Preorder Femdom Lesbians for #99cents

I started writing erotica (for fun and profit!) in the year 2006. That means we're coming up on my 10-year anniversary as a writer!

To celebrate my tenniversary, I'll be releasing some of my novels in themed pairs. And because I'm a very impatient person and can't wait until 2016 to get started on this, my first tenniversary book comes out November 27th!

Femdom Lesbians includes my books Nanny State and Seven Kisses. Nanny State is absolutely filthy lesbian fetish erotica, including everything age play--from spankings to diapers. Seven Kisses is a magical realism urban fantasy dark romance (arguably not a lesbian romance, but certainly lesbian erotica and, anyway, it's my party) about a cruel therapist who's so much in denial about her attraction to women that she subjects her poor patient Gabrielle to forcible confinement, fucking machines, and so much more.

I had a game plan about this whole preorder dealy, but Apple fucked me over a bit by banning the book (which deserves a hard eye roll because Nanny State and Seven Kisses are both available from iBooks on their own. I guess you put them together and it's just too much hardcore lesbian BDSM...)

Also, I can't find Femdom Lesbians at Kobo, so either they've banned it (probable) or it'll show up for sale 400 years after the release date (also probable).

Anyhoo, the good news is YOU CAN PREORDER FEMDOM LESBIANS FOR $0.99 AT THE FOLLOWING RETAILERS:

Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B017E1FX0Y?tag=dondes-20
Barnes and Noble
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/femdom-lesbians-giselle-renarde/1122874511

Wow, quite a list.

Ripe cheeks. A firm hand. When control edges toward obsession, will Gabrielle and Summer seek rescue or surrender to unfathomable forms of discipline?

In Nanny State, Summer expects her new landlady to treat her like an adult. Fat chance! Victoria exerts control over every aspect of Summer’s life. Landlady soon becomes Nanny, coaxing Summer into the big bed for suckling, discipline and, yes, even diapers. But when Summer wants to include a girl her own age in their play, will Nanny punish wayward Summer or accept another charge into their uncommon household?

In Seven Kisses, Gabrielle’s life changes drastically the day she stumbles upon a creepy Victorian hospital. When she finds out Loindici Manor is actually a rehab clinic, she figures the place must be packed with celebrities. Wouldn’t it be cool to spend a week spying on rock stars? Gabrielle has no clue what she’s getting herself into when she submits to the care of sadistic Madame de Villeneuve. Horrors quickly compound as her cruel psychoanalyst subjects her to reprehensible treatments, including therapy by beast. Little does Madame know that the young beauty’s beast might just be her ticket out of sinister Loindici Manor.

Two erotic novels by award-winning queer Canadian author Giselle Renarde.

By the way, that $0.99 price point won't last, so you're going to want to preorder now!

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B017E1FX0Y?tag=dondes-20
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/femdom-lesbians-giselle-renarde/1122874511

Tell your friends!

#99cents #MySexySaturday A New TABOO Box Set!

Another weekend, another steal of a deal!

Last weekend I told you about my new novel Seven Kisses.  This weekend it's a box set of taboo erotica from Terry Towers, Candi Cade, Lexi Wood, Saffron Daughter... and ME!

This book has been BANNED by... OMG, like everywhere: iTunes, Google Play, Kobo, etc, etc.

Because, you know, stepdaddies and stepdaughters, stepbrothers and stepsisters, cousins, sleep sex...

My story in Our Taboo Secret is called My American Cousin. Not much to say about it, so let's jump right into an excerpt:

There’s a movie from the 80s called “My American Cousin.” It’s about a young Canadian girl who’s got a crush on her James Dean-ish cousin from the States. All through my teen years, I fantasized that a handsome relative would drive up to the family farm and open up new worlds to me.

I never thought it would really happen.

And it didn’t—not exactly. Not the way I dreamed it would. He didn’t pull up at my family home in a stolen car like the character in the movie, but he was every bit as dreamy as James Dean. Even in a suit, I could tell he was a bad boy. He belonged in a leather jacket. I could smell it on him: black leather and cigarettes.

Robbie was the guy I’d been waiting for since I was twelve years old: my real-life American cousin. I didn’t even know he existed until my mother introduced us at a big family wedding. My heart just about stopped when our eyes met. When he said hello, I felt his voice between my legs, like a hot hand gripping me there. Squeezing. I was wet in an instant.

He said, “Nice to meet you,” but I couldn’t speak. My mother asked him all sorts of questions. He didn’t take his eyes off me as he answered. He didn’t even blink. His stare made me hot, made me sweat inside my satin gown, made my knees go all wobbly like I was going to fall on my face.

When the wedding band struck up an old doo-wop song, Robbie asked me to dance. Well, it isn’t so much that he “asked.” More like he took my hand and pulled me close, swaying with me on the dance floor.

I could feel his heartbeat. I could also feel his erection throbbing against my belly. My pussy was throbbing, too, but I bet he couldn’t feel that. I bet he could only feel my soft breasts melting into his chest. My whole body turned to liquid when he bent to my ear and whispered, “I like the way you move.”

Let's get linking, shall we? Our Taboo Secret is available now for the introductory price of $0.99, so don't think--just click:

Amazon UK| http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00Q4U60OA
Amazon Canada| http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00Q4U60OA
Amazon Australia| http://www.amazon.com.au/gp/product/B00Q4U60OA
Smashwords| https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/496144
Barnes & Noble| www.barnesandnoble.com/w/our-taboo-secret-terry-towers/1120823962

I Cleaned My Cum Off Google

I said I wouldn't do it.  I didn't want to do it.  But I did it.  I wiped my "cum" from Google Play.

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, then you obviously don't visit me often enough (why don't you visit more often?!?) and you can catch up here: http://donutsdesires.blogspot.ca/2014/05/google-cum-amazon-their-loss-is-your.html

It infuriated me that Google removed Oubliette, citing explicit terms in the description, when that "explicit term" was a perfectly mundane usage of the Latin word "cum."

I'm still pretty pissed that Google Play continues to remove my books for reasons I can't always figure out (always citing explicit terms in the title or description), but I gave in and revised Oubliette's blurb.  No more cum.

Miranda and Saba always fight on vacation. They even miss the ghost walk at their castle/luxury resort hotel because they're too busy arguing. When they stumble upon a mysterious woman in need of help, there's no staff around, so the couple brings Oubliette to their room. Where did this strange girl come from? Why is she so dirty? What's with the clothing that went out of fashion three hundred years ago? And does Oubliette have the power to reunite two lovers who’ve been at each other's throats all night? 

So that's today's Google-related news.  Here's the link to Oubliette at Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=gcE3AwAAQBAJ

On we go...

Another Book Banned by Google Play

Last week I told you Google Play had removed two of my books from sale (you should read my blog post--it's pretty ridiculous), and today another one's been taken down: My Mistress' Thighs, an anthology of erotic transgender fiction and poetry.

Same reason: "We do not allow sexually explicit terms or excerpts in the titles or descriptions of books."

I'm guessing I must have listed the table of contents in addition to the blurb, because there's a story in this collection called "Cock for a Day."  Aside from that, I don't know what their issue would be. But, honestly, Google Play is banning books for COCK?  It's not as stupid as last week's this-cum-that example, but it's still... gah! Corporate censorship.

Google Play is officially worse than Amazon. Congratulations! What an amazing achievement. 

If you'd like to buy My Mistress' Thighs: Erotic Transgender Fiction and Poetry, it's available like everywhere on the planet except Google Play. Kobo also banned it last year. I don't remember if they unbanned it, but this happened about a month after Kobo threw indie authors under the bus by removing ALL our books and also saying derogatory things about erotica writers, so... yeah.

Anyway, what was I saying? Oh right, about this banned book:

Rainbow Awards Honourable Mention

Praise for My Mistress’ Thighs: Whether this is your first encounter with Giselle’s work, or simply your latest, I daresay there’s nowhere better to find yourself than between (the pages of) My Mistress’ Thighs. 

~Sally, Bending the Bookshelf

Erotic Transgender Fiction and Poetry

A cross-dressing cowboy, a post-war pin-up, and a wolf in grandmother's clothing all find a special home in My Mistress' Thighs.

This collection of erotic trans and genderqueer fiction makes room for everyone. There's a secret solstice sacrifice, a case of spring fever, an online romance, and a Wednesday night dinner routine that's anything but dull.

From the timid closet dresser of Love in the Time of Instant Messenger to the post-op rodeo queen of Leslie Goosemoon Rides Again, all who seek love find it in the world of Giselle Renarde Erotica.

Table of Contents

Sonnet: Fear of Drowning

The Public Life of Private Paulsen

Friends of Dorothy

Sonnet: Earthly Constellations

Dressing for Dinner

Love in the Time of Instant Messenger

Third Rail

Sonnet: Time That You Love

A Wolf in Grandmother's Clothing

Secrets and Guys

Sonnet: Light Walker

Secrets of the Solstice Sacrifice

Cock for A Day

Leslie Goosemoon Rides Again

Sonnet: A Female Bond

Spring Fever

Sonnet: My Mistress' Thighs

Buy in print from Createspace: https://www.createspace.com/4545682

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/My-Mistress-Thighs-Transgender-Fiction/dp/1494301539/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1385853910&sr=8-1&keywords=my+mistress%27+thighs

or as an ebook:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00H0O73CW

All Romance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-mymistress039thighs-1364488-166.html

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/383308

and a bunch of other places. But not Google Play.

 

Google Cum Amazon (Their loss is your gain. And by gain, I mean free book)

Your free gift for being human!

Yesterday I got an email from Google Play telling me they've removed two of my books from sale.  One is that My MILF or Yours? collection that came out in... March? I think?  The other is the second edition of my lesbian threesome paranormal erotic romance Oubliette.

These books were removed... why, exactly?

The "Notice of book removal from Google Play" said as follows:

REASON FOR REMOVAL: We do not allow sexually explicit terms or excerpts in the titles or descriptions of books.

Let's look at Oubliette, shall we?  That story is pretty tame, as far as lesbian ghost threesomes are concerned.  I was pretty sure the marketing materials were more paranormal romance than smutty porn language...

So I looked it up:

Miranda and Saba always fight on vacation. They even miss the ghost walk at their castle cum luxury resort because they're too busy arguing. When they stumble upon a mysterious woman in need of help, the couple brings Oubliette to their room. Where did this strange girl come from? And does Oubliette have the power to reunite two lovers who’ve been at each other's throats all night?

Hmm... so looks like Google's got their knickers in a twist over a little cum. A little Latin cum, at that. There are literally NO naughty words in this blurb. Cum can be a naughty word, but not this usage.  It's totally innocuous.

The email/notification goes on to say: "If you're able to replace the explicit title or description from your books' listings, you may re-enable the books for sale."

Guh? It's NOT explicit. Train your robots to read context. And sure I could rephrase my blurb so it doesn't use a totally NOT naughty word that tripped up your algorithms, but you know what? Oubliette hasn't sold a single copy at Google Play, so...

I didn't think Google would turn into Amazon so quickly, but I know a few authors whose entire accounts have been shut down because they'd published pseudoincest erotica (explicit stories about stepdaughters and the stepdaddies they love) or other FORBIDDEN TOPICS!  Even Amazon doesn't close your account for something like that.

But if there's one thing these ebook retailers all seem to have in common, it's that they're constantly changing the rules and never telling authors precisely what's going on.  I'm too tired to even complain about it anymore. Pretend I've just said "Censorship, blah blah blah, rant, gah!"

So, you know what?  I'm giving you Oubliette. Free. Sorry you can't get it from Google Play. Their loss is your gain.

Get your free copy of Oubliette from Smashwords (limited time only): https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/424122 Enjoy!

Oh, and to finish up that removal notice, Google tells me:

Please review your book catalog and remove any other books that violate our content policies. Failure to comply with these policies may result in suspension or removal from the program.

We appreciate your cooperation.

Sincerely,

The Google Play Books Policy Enforcement Team 

(By the way, readers, while you're at Smashwords, anyone want to suggest why Google has removed My MILF or Yours? https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/402910 Honestly, your guess is as good as mine!)

Why I Want to Write a Book About Depression (also, I need your help!)

A few months ago, I was sitting in my grandmother’s living room with my sister Leslie, my mother and, of course, Grandma herself.  That day, my grandmother told Leslie and me a family secret that had been buried so deep we’d never heard it before.  We’d never even heard whispers about it.

The family secret involved family violence and mental illness.  It involved my mother’s siblings being removed from their parents’ custody, divided up, and temporarily placed in orphanages, institutions, and a predecessor of the current foster care system.

My mother had never told us she’d been in foster care as a child.  If my grandmother hadn’t brought it up that day, I’m sure Leslie and I would never have found out.  As far as my mother was concerned, it was a memory she’d rather forget.  As she put it, “What happened in the past has no bearing on the present.”  She wanted her shame to remain a secret, even from her own children.  Mom was not happy with Grandma for telling us.

“We’ve gone too long not talking about these things,” my grandmother said.  “It’s been almost sixty years of pretending these things never happened.”

And then she brought me into the conversation, saying, “Giselle had the right idea when she saw a therapist in university.  She needed to talk to someone, so she did.  That’s the healthy approach.”

My mother was livid.  She shouted, “Don’t you ever mention Giselle’s therapy again!”

I looked around the room.  There were only the four of us, and we all knew I’d been severely depressed as a young adult.  I asked my mother, “Why don’t you want her talking about my therapy?  It’s not a secret.  It’s not something I’m ashamed of.”

My mother snapped, “Well, you should be!”

The room went silent—that heavy sort of silence that sits on your chest, making it hard to breathe.

“Why should she be ashamed?” my grandmother asked.  “She needed help and she got help.  That’s admirable, if you ask me.”

“No, it’s not,” my mother said.  “When you go around saying you’re depressed, you’re in therapy, who’s everybody going to blame?  The mother!  Everyone will think it’s my fault.”

“Who is everyone?” my sister asked, after keeping quiet for a long time.  “There are only four of us in the room and we all know.”

My mother said, “I don’t want to talk about this.” 

And that pretty much shut down the conversation.

Though I don’t think it’s a healthy attitude, I can understand my mother’s fearful defensiveness.  If anything, it made me sad for her. Maybe she’ll never be able to stretch her emotional boundaries wide enough to discuss her past.  But to shut me down so adamantly, and to insist that I muzzle my experience with depression?  It was jarring, to say the least.

That’s why I’ve decided to write a book about living with depression.  Not to spite my mother, though I kind of see how it might come across that way.  No, she’s welcome to feel ashamed on my behalf, if she so chooses.  Writing this book is important to me because I don’t want other people to feel ashamed of their depression.  Being depressed is bad enough without being shamed for it!

My depression peaked when I was in my late teens and early twenties, but it never went away.  I still live with depression.  Though I’m no longer seeking therapy to cope with day-to-day life, I find that talking to other people helps tremendously.

I’m sure I’m not the only person in the world who’s been chastised by a loved one for admitting I’m depressed.  Fortunately, I have a partner who understands depression intimately, because she’s experienced those lows too.  I can’t overstate how much it helps to have someone in my life who gets it because she’s been there.

That’s what makes this book so important to me.  I’m not a psychologist (I failed out of the psychology program at the University of Toronto—I was too depressed for success!), but I am a writer, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned from spending time around other writers, it’s that a lot of us are depressed.

We battle depression. We live with depression.  We cope with depression.  We all have our own takes on how it interacts with our lives, and how we interact with it, but with fifteen years of depression under my belt, I’ve learned that sharing and communication makes a huge difference.

But I can’t do this on my own.  I need feedback from other writers—other writers who are now or who have in the past been depressed.  If you’ve got experience with depression, I need your opinions.  I’ve written out some questions and included them in this survey: https://www.surveymonkey.com/s/8SQ7RJC

You can fill it out anonymously, or leave me your author name and bio for attribution. If you fill in your email address, I’ll be only too pleased to send you a copy of the book when it’s written—though, realistically, this book’s going to take a while to compile and compose. I can’t write this book without your input, so I express my humblest gratitude in advance.  Thank you for your time and opinions!

https://www.surveymonkey.com/s/8SQ7RJC

(And if you think of any other questions you'd like answered in this book, please put them in the comments and I'll do up another survey. SurveyMonkey only lets me ask 10 questions at a time because I'm cheap and I only have a "basic" account. Basic is code for free. LOL)

Thanks again,

Giselle