The Bargain of the Willenium
Why, hello there.
For the next few days, my Kindle book, Dirt Baby and Other Small Mercies, is available for the price of zero pounds and zero pence. Or, zero dollars and zero cents. Yes, nothing. I’m literally giving it away. Best described as “a strange little book of strange little stories,” Dirt Baby is a mini-length collection of super short, weird little stories, and perfect for reading on the train, toilet, or just in regular, normal places like in a bed or on a chair.
If you always saw me harping on about the stuff I’d written, but never got around to sampling it yourself, or couldn’t figure out the best way in, Dirt Baby is the perfect entry-level me-book, at the perfect price (free!)
Let’s be honest. In this economy, if you brazenly sit there and turn down free stuff, you’re essentially pleasuring those cackling fat cats, like bankers, toffs and Iain Duncan Smith, with your mouth and hands, while the little guy (i.e. you and everyone you’ve ever loved) goes hungry and limp in the gutters below. That’s not a metaphor. If you don’t download Dirt Baby, this will literally happen. That’s what the fat cats do. Don’t come running to me on Monday morning when your mouth’s all sore from being full of Tory, because I’ve given fair warning.
But anyway, Dirt Baby is pretty awesome, and I’d be wildly appreciative if, after you’ve grabbed it yourself, you could let people know about just how goddamned free this thing is, otherwise the title of my unpublished future autobiography will be “From Writing about the Beach to Sleeping on it — How I Fucked up My Life.”
And here are the links —
Now, for the love of God, get downloading.