In the 1970s and 80s, a fad for horror swept the world of publishing. Readers wanted horror, couldn’t get enough of it. I got four books published, horror novels.
They couldn’t meet the demand, so y’know what they did? They published anything that they could get away with calling “horror.” Including a multitude of really bad books, written by wooden effigies, the kind of thing that makes a reader curse out loud and kick the book across the room… And suddenly no one was buying horror anymore.
I thought you might enjoy the comments on this post, which are many.
But sheesh! It’s hard enough getting people to read, without torturing them with bad writing.