I got me a new-fangled book out. It’s one a those there ebook thingees. That’s the only place’ll publish a wasted, washed-out old codger like me. Can’t really call it writin’ cause I’m not a writer. Was once. Ayup, I was. It ain’t self-published. I’m not that bad off yet. It ain’t no cheap small press either, less’n you call all ebooks small press. But I think that’s not a nifty bodacious thing to do. Nope, I don’t.

Anyways, this here book (let’s not call it a novel because writers write those, and I’m not a writer, if you catch my drift?) . Anyways, (I seem to have lost my train of thought there and my bottle of moonshine is empty… I think the dog drank it), I threw together a bunch of words — more than 90,000 of them into book, mostly coherent, I think, and I called it a book called Kady’s Vengeance. (Now where’s another damned bottle of liquor? How am I going stay drunk enough to write gud?)

It’s about these here wolfweres (no I didn’t get it wrong) and they’s in big trouble. But one’a their bitches (don’t ya just love getting away with calling all the females bitches?) gets a hair up her arse and gathers an army (you see, she was not getting enough cause her husband got his wagstaff broke…) and starts a war. What you think? Okay, idea?

Well, if’n you can stand to read my incoherent prose, feel free to buy a copy just so’s I can afford more liquor.