Fuck me, fuck that, fuck this shit…

I just checked my finances. I have a sum total of $40 available cash.

Some of the things I have for sale.

Some of the other things I have for sale.

Sneak peeks of things in progress for your choice of a modest fee.

Just straight up hand me money.

Only if you can, dear readers. Do not break your bank for me. I’ll be fine(ish) by this time next week, but… Right now? It’s the emotional load, you know?

If you don’t have money and know some people who might like the fictions I do, point those friends my way. Maybe even to one of the links above.

Personally? I would firkin LOVE to enter the pro circuit and become an actual published Author… because days like this when I have $40 total in the bank just fucking SUCK, and I would really like the things I make to be appreciated in more than just a pocket area of the interwebs.

Just.. don’t reblog this as a signal boost, please. Pass along a story I wrote. Hand around a link to something clever I said. Tag someone who might like a thing on the post where it was written. Spread the word about the things I make by sharing them with your friends. Don’t just point them at this whiny-ass post and tell them “hey this person writes good shit sometimes”.

I hate that.

Share the good shit. Not this load of whinge. Thanks.