Neech died. This isn’t Ode to Neech — that’s coming, really, but I want to get pictures to go along with it, and looking at the pictures right now is that sort of painful that I just can’t bare to share yet. I’m here asking for help in offsetting the cost of the emergency vet visit ($349) and the end of life emergency vet visit ($350) (priority #1, because I want those remains back stat.) Am I nervous about having just relocated across the country, become unemployed, and then have unexpected vet bills crop up? I mean, what’s scary about $700 in vet bills when you’re out of work? Hooray adventure!
ahem
(This was not the adventure I was hoping for.)
So I’m here asking for help, and offering my favorite thing of value, something I love, and something I’m fairly good at: stories. Want a story? Cuz I’ll write you one. It can be just for you, and I’ll never release it to the public. Or it could be for you first, and I may or may not release it eventually — that choice is yours. I’m offering 100 words for a $1. I’m capping this at 25k words, and obviously the longer the story the longer until it gets to you, but I’m committed to getting them all done in, what, three months? Three months sound fair? I think three months sounds fair.
Interested? Awesome! You can paypal me here. Please drop a note (or email me at jolenedawe@gmail.com) if you have a specific story you’d like to see, particular names you’d like me to use, and what format you’d prefer your story in (.epub, .mobi, PDF, etc). And please, spread the word. Every little bit will help here.
Thank you!
*offers hugs*
I reblogged, to boost the signal. ❤
❤ Thank you.
Reblogged this on Travelling a path between Church and Circle and commented:
Reblogging because Jo and Beth are lovely people, and because personalised story from a wonderful writer, and because I had to have my cat put down when he suffered a stroke so know what they’re going through.
((<3)) Strokes are fucking awful.