Maybe not for Morrison, who seems to take a pretty narrow view of what's acceptable in erotica.
Do you want more great stories about things to do, where to eat, what to watch, and where to party? Oh, and a few crude drawings of penises.
We writers like to moan about how difficult the writing life is: the uncertain and sporadic income, the faltering market, the isolation, the impossible odds.
Almost, that is, until you remember that prudence, no less than prudery, is the enemy of art.