JukePop Serials

Greetings and salutations, friends!

I have been lucky enough to be accepted to JukePop - a publisher of online Serials.

Although I am pleased as punch to have been accepted into their circle, it really means nothing unless it is enjoyed by as many people as possible!

Therefore, May I present to you my new Serial: Onieran.

The Prologue and Chapter 1 are currently posted and available for perusal - but here is where you come in.

The more people who read and enjoy my Serial, the better. And even more so if you click the 'vote' button at the bottom of ever chapter. The more votes I get, the more inspired I get. But not only that  f I get the most votes, I may even get a cash prize or other awards!

So please. Its free. The chapters are around 1000 words long. It isn't a big drain on your day, and it would be pretty much the coolest thing you could ever do for me, ever.

Many thanks, and Enjoy!

Oru

The Unfair Life

We were not supposed to live in a utopia.

Human nature, in itself, as it has become, would never allow for it. We are (generically speaking, as a majority rule,) so lost behind the screen of greed, materialism, pride, and other such vices, that not for one minute could most of the population actually enjoy a Utopia.

Who has it better? How can I get it better? How can I get more? What can I do to make myself better, come out ahead, compete, compete, compete... The inflation, she sheer climb in 'better-then-yous' in our effed up world makes me want to vomit.

We destroy basically everything we touch as a species because all we do is consume. I consume. You consume. We all just take and take, and no matter the few who try to give back, it will never repair the damage that has already been done. At this point, we on a dead rock floating through space, and I CANNOT WAIT for it to hurtle into an asteroid and put itself out of its misery.

God, we suck.

Principle of the Thing

Greetings my fellow awesome people!

Today is not so much of a rant as it is an informative public message.

I have relocated, officially, to the South. For the sake of my own privacy, I won't be specific, but it is quite hot and my neighbors are phenomenal.

Most of my belongings are accounted for, except a series of comics for some reason I cannot seem to find. (Must be in a random box in the closet. Damn.)

And I can see that three wonderful, awesome, supportive and delightful people have decided to purchase my fun (and regrettably somewhat overpriced) book to help support me in this big shift of lifestyles!

Now these people? They know how to help. They see that I have attempted to produce something that can actually go out and be purchased. I'm not asking for hand outs. Though I get a profit from every purchase, they in turn get a funny piece of modern literature with a lot of relevant and often hilarious topics addressed therein.

Not only that, but it was a group project, written with the aid of a few dozen wonderful people, who are all mentioned within and given due credit where credit was whole-heartedly due!

This isn't like the time I sold knives. OR Vacuums. This money goes directly to the publisher, cost of creation and to me. I am not involved in some bizarre writing pyramid scheme, and you won't get some random stranger trying to pitch it to you because 'my car broke down'.

This book is me. This book is pieces of me. It is important to me. Very much. And all I ask is that to those people who cannot get it, tell someone else about it so you can borrow it and read it. Pretend you are buying a set of grade-a knives, except that these literary knives will cut through the outer layers of the Oru and reveal the squishy, pained and elated Oru beneath. Search your heart and your wallet for $30 bucks and read my Journey. I think it's fun. The people who have it and read it think it's alright too.

Please. Join my Journey. Be a part of he Oru, and the Oru shall indeed love you forever and ever. :)

(Not that I don't already, you saucy minxes.)

Thanks.

Oru