Christmas Bla

I know I should be golly on Christmas, for it's the jolliest time of the year.  To me it's not.  I don't spend the time with family, but spend it with my friends, which does take some of the sting away.

But I feel it's about the gifts, I work part-time and am disabled I barely make ends meet.  So purchasing gifts with all if the fixings, are just an expensive headache I don't need and can't afford, so I don't do it.

This year I bought one gift and am going to wrap it with the writer's gifting paper, newspaper.  When I was a teenager my mother bought me books, wrapped them in newspaper, and remind me to write my stories.

So look at my two Kindle books; It's Halloween and Halloween Delights  are for Christmas Eve and a day or two after Christmas

2018 is going to be a hug year for me in writing.  I plan to be publishing more in Kindle.  The Headless Ghostman one of my hottest sellers will be re-released next year along with Campfire Stories.  I haven't decided if I'm going to re-released Chattanooga Factory.  If I do publish, it would
be through Kindle.   Also my poetry book,  Live and Die will be done and publish.  I'm almost done know.  My problem is I keep write poem that I want to add to the book and am going to add poem that I wrote from my journal.

That's it from my darkness see you in the next year. Happy New Year.

Stories

I see stories of me starting a new job today and talking to a nice lady while she was having coffee with her meal.  Wiping tables, and chairs, booths lead me to new people; new opportunity.

Met a person who write stories like me.  He also like woodpeckers.

During the night more work, more people.  More experience.

When I got home, Orange Hope was waiting for me.  My little cat.  That keeps me alive.  Keeps me alive.  Makes me laugh.

Orange Hope keeps helps me to help me.

It's good to be working again.  Working keeps the voices down.  Soon they will be gone.