I published a short story on Kindle without any fanfare. Not because I didn’t work hard on it, not because I’m not invested in my work, but rather because selling makes me feel vaguely uneasy. I felt bad about asking you to invest in my work.
Pretty stupid, right?
I spent long hours, and many late nights, getting Cotton Candy just right. It’s a quick read. If printed, I believe it would be about eight pages. But it tells the story I set out to tell.
It would mean quite a lot to me if you would click here, and buy a copy from Amazon. It could be the best $.99 you spend all day. And certainly better for you than chips, soda, or other snack foods.