A chorus of chaotic noises greeted Nelson like an old friend as he entered Starland Arcade. Beeps, bloops, and digital screeches echoed in his ears. He smiled. School was finally out for summer and he was looking forward to spending every single day right here. Back in March his grades took a dip. Nelson’s dad thought it was because he was spending too much time at the arcade. He wasn’t wrong. To get his grades up, Nelson’s dad had laid down the law: no arcade until th. . .
As we walked towards the shopping district, we had gotten carried away with a heated but decisive argument on which of the restaurants there are the lesser of the many evil (and also, three out of five people would probably end up with food poisoning if they tried takeout). About thirty minutes later, and that’s actually thirty minutes longer than I had originally intended on arguing with him on the finer aspects of not getting poisoned with all the shitty chiefs and ancient family restaurants. . .
Hello everyone!
Hey everyone,
Before I go into anything crazy, I'll show you guys something. Here:
Got it? This book is now part of the Nerdist Collection Contest! So in case you, my dear readers, had ordered my book and immediately unsubscribed from inkshares' updates, the contest is a possible way out of the crowdfunding nightmare and get this book out of ignorance and into mainstream bookstores. Hopefully also the mainstream readers' wallets, because I need to have lunch too. Even if I'm a writer.
So yeah, I guess that's pretty much it...haha, no. I NEVER let anyone down, it's my personal motto. Here is what I had been doing when not writing:
Yep. That's a 3D mockup of what my book will look like once it's published and are able to be held by the average readers' hands. Assuming the average reader have another hand holding a fistful of money and throwing it at the bookstores. That is the only other acceptable situation where you are allowed to not hold my book with both of your hands.
-Yicheng