Prologue: We Are The Writers Of Our Own Stories, and All The World’s A Stage It was a rather beautiful night. A wondrous one, indeed. As the radiant and silvery moon was draping the torn up sky and land in its pale, yet vibrant grin, the sound of music could be heard across the woods, the realms harmoniously twisting and…
So, after ages and ages and ages, and however many zillion proverbial years of pondering how to ethically promote the stories I write and the art I create, without bullshit fuckin’ marketing, ads or any other manipulative “tactics”, paywalls of anything else of that kind of stuff, I decided… “Fuck it! Let’s see how it goes, if I post some…