Hey, folks. Welcome to another week of The Body Shop. Steady interest seems to be growing while we’re moving along in the story, so if you like what you’re reading, word of mouth is the best marketing someone seeking more exposure could ask for…and not the bullshit superficial marketing where a slick sales guy tries to be your best friend, but authentic praise from a person not trying to make a buck is worth its weight in gold, especially in an era where there is so much content and so little time to consume because we’re all busy as hell.
I’m thinking that the print-on-demand version of The Body Shop will be released on Amazon by July or so, for those readers who prefer actual paper. I, of course, will let you know…probably repeatedly. Then once that book is out, I plan to buckle down on my new project, The Bard of Armageddon, and hopefully, the cycle will begin anew in 2024 with a new serial novel. Wouldn’t that just be great? I don’t want to freak anyone out but 2025 is also looking similarly, with yet another project in the works. Man! It’s so great when ideas are plentiful…definitely enough to keep going when they are not.
I hope everyone enjoys “The End of the World Party.” I think it’s quite natural that people would want to party down when they think the world is about to end. And in a way, it represents a turning point in the story, when the honeymoon is winding down and the reality is setting in that the events the characters are experiencing may become a part of life…or at least the realization that things are going to get worse before they get better. But at least for a night, they have a little breathing room.