What we're doing
As you can probably guess, I’ve read a lot of smut… like… a lot a lot… just a fuckin’ lot. Some of it’s so awesome I almost have to put my dick in a cast by the time I’m finished processing it. Some of it’s so fucking bad it makes me want to beat the author up. And… some of it confuses the ever-lovin’ fuck out of me.
And that’s how this series was born.
I noticed, especially in the GI series, that some of the books obviously originated as hetero. I seriously can’t stress the ‘obviously’ enough. Guys were ‘flouncing’ up stair–for a few pages, they’d miraculously have developed pussies–just all sorts of you’ve-got-to-be-fucking-kidding-me shit.
So, I thought, I can do that better. Hell, anyone could… but then I ran into another problem–my editor-brain. I fussed over tense, cutting excess prepositional phrases, passive voice, excess gerunds, and every thing else I’ve trained myself to do. And it was taking forever!
Thankfully, someone stepped in. My friend who knows nothing about writing (I wasn’t even sure he could read before we had this conversation) said that as long as I supply the hetero books, he’d be happy to go through and find his favorites, change pussies to assholes, and butch them up. He’s chosen a pen-name for me to slap on them, because some (okay, all…) of the content is, well… fucking filthy.
So, please welcome Braden Cole to the Hommi family.
I still make one pass through them when he’s done. I have my computer read it to me, the easiest way to catch mistakes–but if my ADD meds are wearing off, it’s hard to pay attention, so I still might have missed some.
He’s turning stuff over to me pretty quickly now… so if you like rape, incest, chicken in any combination… you’ll like these books.
Now, I have to go find my cock-cast, because I’m getting ready to listen to another one.
He’s sent away to boarding school, where he learns to obey his masters, no matter what.