Making money writing... porn?

[sawyl]

Nothing particularly exciting to mention today, other than a ritual visit by silvershooter. So instead I'm going to quote the first paragraph from an article in Sunday's Indy, in which Rupert Smith describes how he fell into writing porn:

A few years ago, I was complaining to a fellow writer about my inability to find a publisher for my second novel. It was a fairly typical outpouring of frustration and incomprehension at the state of British publishing. "Have you ever thought of writing porn?" he asked. "It's easy to get published, and you sell a lot of books." As these are the only words that a writer ever really wants to hear, I rushed home and embarked without much thought on a filthy homosexual rewrite of Robert Louis Stevenson's Kidnapped, entitled The Low Road.

Why couldn't he have written a porn version of Catriona? I mean. We all want to know what really happens between David and Miss Grant, plus, the whole Alan Breck, James More thing? It's got dodgy slash potential coming out of the wherever. Actually, now that I think about it, I can't quite recall whether Alan and James every actually meet up — it's been 20+ years since I last read Catriona — but I seem to remember something about A running off with J's portmanteau, which, blimey, sounds pretty damned filthy to me...