Hey friends,
Today’s my birthday! And much like a plot twist in one of my novels, I’ve somehow aged another year without fully understanding how any of this works. To celebrate, I’m doing what any self-respecting writer would do: avoiding mirrors, embracing stretchy pants, and gently reminding you that I have books for sale.
In case you’ve ever wondered, “What do I get the person who has written the entire gamut of book genres but still can’t small-talk at parties?” — I come bearing answers! You can check out my Amazon Author page (http://amazon.com/author/juliegrayson) or my Smashwords profile https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/JulieGrayson (aka “the places where my books live rent-free”). Follow me, pretty please? It’s like a birthday gift to me, but you get to keep the book. Win-win!
Why should you care?
- My characters are way more put-together than I am.
- Buying a book = supporting my gambling habit. (It’s a noble cause.)
- Birthday guilt-tripping expires at midnight. Probably.
If you’re feeling extra generous, grab a paperback, ebook, or even just stare lovingly at the covers. No pressure, but imagine how fun it’ll be to say, “I knew Julie back when she still thought ‘adulting’ was a verb.”
Thanks for tolerating my annual “hey, it’s my birthday AND HERE’S A LINK” post. You’re the reason I’m (mostly) functional. Now go forth, read something cheesy, and eat cake on my behalf.
Self-deprecatingly yours,
Julie
P.S. If you’re wondering, “What’s the calorie count on a book?” — zero. But cake math is your problem today.
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