So yeah, I like you. Kind of. If you stop doing that with your face…
In honor of my semi-warm feelings for you. Only you. I am giving away A Very F***ed-Up Christmas Tale today only. Yep, a free book. Stop rolling your eyes. It’s a good one. I swear.
Pick up your kindle copy today or use my contact page if you need a .pdf version.
From the author of CURSES! comes a very f***ed-up version of the Dicken’s classic, A Christmas Carol.
She’s not your fairy godmother’s Scrooge.
And this ain’t no wonderful life.
On Christmas Eve, Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet, plotting the murder of yet another husband, when along came a spirit with some bad news–tonight she will be visited by three ghosts.
According to the spirit, Miss Muffet, VP of Dastardly Deeds at New Never City’s Villainous Union, must change her fiendish ways or else suffer a fate worse than curdled curds. As the bell tolls one, she begins her journey through her wicked past as a very short orphan, her depraved present, and a future terrifying enough to make her toss her gingerbread cookies.
Can she change? Better yet, will she?
Here’s the deal. I am on a panel at the Louisville Library tonight. —>
Which is awesome. It should be fun and educational. I love hearing the experience of other writers about publishing.
The thing that bothers me is the flyer for the panel. ——>
Again using a near swear word has affected my career (yes, I get that it’s my own fault for using it).
The library felt that my book cover, of my latest self-published work (A Very F***ed-Up Christmas Tale) wasn’t and isn’t appropriate for the flyer.
Now I see their point. Kids and F-words after all. But this is a panel on self-publishing, and what cover do they deem appropriate? The Assassin’s Heart, which is traditionally published, not self-published like the panel presentations/representatives.
So how do I feel about it? Four years ago, I would’ve been up in arms. But now, I’ve had it happen so often, it’s a minor irritation. And this makes me the maddest.
Therefore, FUCKKKKKKK!!!!! Fuckity, fuck.
Okay, I feel better. Game on.