My ace Research Department (teenage son) informed me that a couple of my stories have been nominated in the annual rodeo known as the Big Clit. Also, so have I.
Further investigation reveals that both the stories and I are at, or near the bottom, of the vote-harvesting apparatus.
No surprise, not really, when you consider that I'm down to three regular readers; and two of them can't figure how how to cast a ballot.
What to do?
Well, I may just post another story; that usually causes adverse reactions among the real writers here. Dread, tremors, temperature spikes, hiding under the covers, etc.
Not that I pay the slightest attention to reader scores,
Paige