However, what I do possess is my imagination, which is clearly the moistest thing that I have in abundance right now. I don't possess much of anything else of importance. Oh sure, you're yelling at your screen saying, "What kind of dribble and drabble is that? How can you say you have nothing of importance or social import?"
What, we all getting Woodstocky on me here? To quote the world renown Fire Marshall Bill, "Let me show you something!"
Here, is social import:
Now then, where was I? Oh yes, the book related tags wot you see at the bottom of this here post.
I've been a little busy in the past week or so, getting the manuscript for my next book "The Taste Of Pain" ready for publication. As I mentioned last week, I managed to write the dedication, acknowledgement, where I can be found, and a sample to a previous book. Now, through the very good luck of the gambling gods, I managed to secure funds to get the manuscript formatted for e-book release AND to buy a cover for said book.
So I is one happy camper in that department.
However, in other related news, because work has still been kicking my buttocks and time is at a premium, coupled with a bunch of other nonsense I don't really feel like getting into right now, this post is the best I can come up with on the spur of the moment.
But...I promise you that very soon, I will bring you tales of not the great Ulysses, but tales of shopping on Amazon, where Amazon isn't the big bad bully in this melodrama. Honest.
To finish your Humpty-Dumpty multi-egg omelet of day, a little Cream.
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