It’s funny how Cliff and Norm could chug beer all day, every day, and never actually get drunk. I’m afraid Gregory Yates isn’t going to have the same luck, in these new City of Angles //013 scenes.
Writing this story’s been incredibly difficult. I’m dealing with the most “adult” story I’ve done in some time… not in terms of BOOBIES BOOBIES BOOBIES which would actually be more immature than mature, but in terms of a man on the verge of a midlife crisis collapse. Something I’m starting to have some experience with, so… there’s that.
We’ve got New Technology ’round these parts, so if you’d like to comment on the story, you can do it right on the story itself! The reply form’s at the bottom. Have at it. I’d love to hear from you.
Another thing you can do to really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really help me is to write a review of City of Angles over on Amazon. You don’t have to buy the book or have read the bonus stories to be qualified to write one! The more reviews I have, the better the book will do in searches, the more likely someone will buy it, the more money I get, the more time I can devote to writing things for you to read. It’s the Circle of Indie Publishing and it lives or dies on your goodwill.
Thanks for your time. If you’re reading these words right now, you’ve come quite a ways to support me already, and if I could give you a handshake I would. You may have to settle for an e-Handshake(tm).