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Scaredy Cat!

(When you have the time, check out Try. She’s an amazing writer with unbelievable talent. I’m secretly jealous of her but I can’t say it because I’m supposed to be nice. The hardship of living among humans.)

I put something up, by the way. (I know, big news.) On Okadabooks.

Whaaat? You don’t know what Okadabooks is?

Alright. I’ll be nice (again, the hardship of living among humans) and explain it to you. Okadabooks is a…place where writers can post their writing and readers can…read the writing that writers post. Yeah. And it’s really simple to use. You could go to their page, www.Okadabooks.com, or download the Okada books app from your mobile app store. You create an account, and you’re good to go. Oh, and it’s all free. 

Yeah.

Yeah, what I posted. It’s a short story. I wrote it forever ago for a contest, then couldn’t enter it, so…it sat on a certain hard drive for a long time. And I found it again some days back. So I pimped it some, added a minimalist cover, signed up, and uploaded.

Yaay.

It’s called “Scaredy Cat!”—yeah, it really is—and it’s short. You’ll be done reading it fast. And it’s free.

Because writers are constantly uploading, you’ll have to search for “Scaredy Cat”…but that won’t take long. Just hit the search icon, the magnifying glass, type scaredy cat, (you don't even need the exclamation mark) and you should see this cover.



(Pardon the blurb. I suck at writing blurbs. I don’t like blurbs. I don’t read blurbs before I read a book. I’m one of those very impressionable people who are drawn to the author or drawn to the cover or drawn to the title or drawn to nothing. Just…don’t even notice the summary. The whole book is about as long as a summary anyway. )

Please download it. The app, plus the book. And please leave a review. It’ll mean a lot.

Remember, Scaredy Cat!

And oh, the cover’s also quite misleading…you know just, read the book. Form your own opinions.

And remember to share.

And tell others about it.

If they mean different things.

And review it.

And…post some of your stuff so I can read it too. Yeah.

Scaredy cat, scaredy cat, scaredy scaredy scaredy cat!

Meow.
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