The price of City of Hamlets Book One by Wade C. Long (me:) is beginning to rise by many of the retailers who now carry it. No official results as of yet, but my guess is it must be doing well. In light of that I decided a post a few of the links where those of you who still plan to purchase my ebook but haven't gotten around to it yet can still find it at a relatively low price. By the way, most of these prices are subject to change at any time, as well - so the sooner the better!
SMASHWORDS
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/23966
BARNES AND NOBLE
http://search.barnesandnoble.com/City-of-Hamlets-Book-One/Wade-C-Long/e/2940011102851/?itm=1&USRI=city+of+hamlets
SONY READER STORE
http://ebookstore.sony.com/search?keyword=city+of+hamlets
KOBO
http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/City-Of-Hamlets-Book-One/book-jEfJKHkQTEGoBFQP1Z0WJg/page1.html
For smart phone users, the Apple IBooks app still has it for $4.99, and the Borders mobile app is still listing it at $3.89, but Borders.com already lists it at $6.38, and one sight already has it above $7.00, just to show how fast things are changing. So go get it today. Tell a friend, or an enemy. And enjoy!
Friday, October 22, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Wade Long, Working Man
On any given weekend, the last thing someone who works at a place he hates should be thinking about is the place in which he hates to work. And yet, yesterday i found myself doing just that thing.
The job I speak of is one that has more then it's share of - let me put it nicely - "challenges". There are politics and favoritism found there, clearly obvious yet strongly denied. In this place there's a set-up for certain people to fail and others to succeed. Also, a horrid parking system that has kept me on a waiting list for well over a year now (when it was to take a couple of months, at best). Another example is the now dried throw-up on the steps of a stairwell (which, quite oddly, no one ever mentions). That was left there nearly two months ago.
And now, for this entry's disclaimer: My intent is not to underplay the blessing in having a job at this lean stage in our economy, rather to point out that there are several reasons to entirely shut that place out of my mind over the weekend - and perhaps, even while im there!
However, I have found myself as of late, strangely intrigued by the evil I face. And I'd be lying if I said there isn't an imaginary sports commentator with me daily to chronicle every moment of my statistical career as well as my valiant successes against all odds with my back up against the wall. Call it perseverance, pride, or all out maniacal but more and more -and in the midst of the agony found in having to spend more hours there than any other place - there's a rush growing deeper each day to prove the naysayers wrong, and to not allow them the opportunity to rid themselves of me on their own terms.
Perhaps this will all change soon. Maybe tomorrow I'll walk in and receive my last check along with some fictional concoction of a valid reason for extending to me my walking papers. But until then, if I have to put up with being set up for failure, I will at least remain an athletic superhero we all can be proud of - if only in my mind.
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The job I speak of is one that has more then it's share of - let me put it nicely - "challenges". There are politics and favoritism found there, clearly obvious yet strongly denied. In this place there's a set-up for certain people to fail and others to succeed. Also, a horrid parking system that has kept me on a waiting list for well over a year now (when it was to take a couple of months, at best). Another example is the now dried throw-up on the steps of a stairwell (which, quite oddly, no one ever mentions). That was left there nearly two months ago.
And now, for this entry's disclaimer: My intent is not to underplay the blessing in having a job at this lean stage in our economy, rather to point out that there are several reasons to entirely shut that place out of my mind over the weekend - and perhaps, even while im there!
However, I have found myself as of late, strangely intrigued by the evil I face. And I'd be lying if I said there isn't an imaginary sports commentator with me daily to chronicle every moment of my statistical career as well as my valiant successes against all odds with my back up against the wall. Call it perseverance, pride, or all out maniacal but more and more -and in the midst of the agony found in having to spend more hours there than any other place - there's a rush growing deeper each day to prove the naysayers wrong, and to not allow them the opportunity to rid themselves of me on their own terms.
Perhaps this will all change soon. Maybe tomorrow I'll walk in and receive my last check along with some fictional concoction of a valid reason for extending to me my walking papers. But until then, if I have to put up with being set up for failure, I will at least remain an athletic superhero we all can be proud of - if only in my mind.
# # # WCL
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