Francisca decides to pass the time by telling vivi and anyone else around who's listening about the system that she uses to mass produce her books, she mails her written manuscript to her publisher, who is an old friend of her mother's, He employs four young people who get to work writing copy after copy of the books, they're short, so it doesn't take long.
She holds her hands up defensively when someone remarks on how boring the job must be, explaining that they're well compensated, the books sell for fairly cheap, but they sell a lot of them, it adds up rather quickly, and each of the workers gets 10% of overall profits, the publisher gets 60%, part of which is for materials, which he provides, and her? Well, she explains with a grin, "adventuring pays well enough, as you all know."
"Actually, there might be.." She gets up and walks over to the bar. "Ahh, they've got one, excellent!", she grabs a small book off of of a rack on the side of the bar, handing the barman a few silver coins. She sits back down, showing the book, it has a mostly blank cover, with "The Curse of the red tomb: A tale of horror by Francisca B. Winterbottom" in the middle. "We sell them to inns, bookstores don't really like to buy them, and we reach more of the preferred clientelle this way, the stories are short, but it's a lot cheaper than a regular book."
"This is one of my first stories, like my early ones, it isn't based on real adventures, Well, I mean, of course it isn't, how could I have-" She covers her mouth "Oh, whoops, spoilers, you'll just have to read it and find out!"
When someone asks about why bookstores don't like them, she makes a face "Most novelists have a bit of a.. problem with me. They accuse me of cheapening their profession, of pandering to the masses, Which I wholeheartedly reject, my stories have just as much artistic value as anything those old codgers put out!"