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It's only bloody November again, isn't it? This year I'm not even going to pretend to attempt NaNoWriMo, following my abject failures of the past couple of years. Not that everything's dead in the water on the wordage front. I've finally sorta ticked-off one of the items on my to do list by self-publishing some short stories. I say sorta because, rather than the half dozen or so I initially planned to include, this slim volume contains only two.

The Endless Sleep is available from Amazon here. It's a Kindle exclusive for the moment (until early next year, at least), meaning that it's available to borrow for free to Kindle-owning Amazon Prime customers. I'm doing this for the readers (and feedback) rather than the money, so I'm hoping this is a gamble which will pay off. I'm finding it almost impossible to get motivated to write at the moment, so I'm hoping that this will provide some form of a shot in the arm. Maybe a few 2-star reviews along the lines of "Not quite the worse thing I've ever read". A boy can dream.

I really have to thank my editor, Julia McKay. She can be contacted here and I'm sure can help you like she helped me. Together we fixed a lot of problems. All the remaining ones are due to my own intractable stupidity.