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Cool!

I decided to take a look on Ebay, Myself, not expecting to find anything of mine there... But what do you know, someone's selling my stuff there, too.
Apparently, the sellers of my books are making money by marking up the price, whereas I'm not making a cent.

Probably they are doing dropshipping. https://www.shopify.com/blog/what-is-dropshipping#

Could be.

Well, the audio version of Liberal Tears is out now.

For folks in the USA:

For folks in the UK:

Huzzahs and coolbeans!

I'm officially in the library

https://petoskey.bibliocommons.com/v2/s ... pe=keyword

HUZZAHS!

A Taste From The Past

Genre: Science Fiction (Dystopian)

In a world where flavor was a distant memory, the people of New Haven consumed The Paste three times a day. It was bland, gray, and tasteless, a substance created to sustain life. The government had deemed real food a threat to society, claiming it led to chaos and excess. Among the officials enforcing this law was Clara, a young woman who felt hollow inside.

One gray evening, while cleaning her home, Clara stumbled upon an old recipe book, its pages yellowed and fragile. The smell of dust filled the air as she opened it. Each recipe told stories of flavors long forgotten—spices, herbs, and textures. Could this book hold the key to a world she could barely remember?

Determined to find out, she sought out her childhood mentor, Agnes. Agnes had once been a chef, known for her warmth and laughter. Clara remembered her kitchen filled with the aroma of baked bread and simmering sauces. When Clara showed her the book, Agnes's eyes lit up with recognition. “This is real.” she exclaimed.
But the excitement quickly faded. “You know it’s illegal to even think about making these dishes,” Clara said, a hint of defiance creeping into her voice. Agnes nodded, but determination settled in her heart. “We must taste life again.”

They made plans to venture into the black market. It was risky, but Clara felt alive with purpose. They navigated dark alleys and whispered conversations, seeking ingredients that had been buried by the government’s control. Each item they found—a pinch of saffron here, a handful of fresh basil there—felt like a small victory against the oppressive regime.

As they gathered their treasures, Clara learned to savor every moment. The thrill of rebellion fueled her desire for change. But deep down, she feared the consequences. One slip, and everything could crumble.

Finally, the day came when they would cook. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of chopping and sizzling, a symphony Clara had almost forgotten. As the scents wafted through the air, Clara felt a warmth spread through her. It was more than just food; it was freedom, hope, and the taste of the past.

But just as they finished, the door burst open. Government officials stormed in, led by Clara’s former colleagues. “Arrest them!” one shouted. Clara’s heart sank. She was caught in the act. But Agnes stepped forward, holding up the recipe book. “We are not criminals.”

In that moment, something shifted. One of the officials, Clara's supervisor, hesitated. She glanced at the dish that filled the room with warmth and flavor. Clara's heart raced. Would she turn them in? Or could this be the turning point?

The official took a deep breath, and in an unexpected twist, she took her badge and threw it out a window. “I can’t do this anymore. We need to bring back real food.” The room froze. Clara and Agnes exchanged glances, hope flickering in their eyes.

From that day on, they formed a secret network. More and more people joined, each yearning for the taste of freedom. They didn’t just cook; they spread the word, igniting a revolution in New Haven. The Paste was still served, but whispers of real food began to fill the air, reminding everyone that life was meant to be tasted.

Not many sales yet--just 8 units of audio, and one paperback.

I've started writing a sequel. For Liberal Tears, I started with a decent outline of how it would end, and what the major plot points would be. Then, each chapter was like starting from a writing prompt.

Liberal Tears ended with a cliffhanger--MAGA and ICE were pounding on the front door while screaming "Hang Ronald Fegelein!"

I've written the first chapter of the sequel--Ronald and Marie survived by hiding in the basement, while the conservatives ransacked the house.

I have ideas for the next two chapters, but nothing beyond that. I don't know if maybe I should have Ronald lead the resistance, maybe become president (or God-Emperor) himself by the end.

^^^
Have you promoted your book on social media?

Here, and in Reddit, whenever I can get away with it.

Have you posted your book on Facebook?

I've somehow been banished from Facebook.

Really? Have you asked them why?

Probably for saying what I thought about fascists. Anyway, it is probably just as well. When the government eventually starts arresting people with low social credit scores, at least the social media trail will have been erased.