Get yer copy of Echo!

Greetings and salutations my fellow bipedals who have evolved your base needs for food, security, and novelty into Kardashian worship (booooo!) or Voltron homages (yayyy!!):  this is just an afternoon reminder to grab yourselves a copy of Echo!  Stop shaking your fist at the sky and cursing the fates for not bestowing you with the ability to throw Force-lightning from your fingertips, and lose yourself in the eccentric stew of cyborg ninjas and future wizards contained within my books!  Also, if you’ve read any of my work, please remember to leave a positive review for it on Amazon!  It only takes a minute of your time, and you don’t need to have made a “verified purchase” in order to do so; you only need an Amazon account (in case you read my stuff through Kindle Unlimited or other means).  Positive reviews mean the WORLD to us indie authors!  To give you an idea of just how much we treasure them, imagine that you just ate a foam-roller sized burrito that contained a ghost-pepper distillation of the hottest hot sauce known to man, and suddenly your sphincter started shuddering in seizure-like spasms.  In your mind, a digital doomsday clock would start ticking down, counting the red-glowing seconds that mark the short period you have left before you’d require a toilet, a diaper, or a priest to administer last rites.  As you clutched your trembling buttocks with both hands and raced outside, praying to Kal El that a public restroom is within sight, your heart would drop in your chest, much the same as if you were Princess Leia watching Alderaan get blown to smithereens, because all you see is an open grassy field.  But wait!  Fifty yards away from you—a crane is hoisting a fresh porta-potty onto the ground!  The porte-potty is lowering, but it’s too damn slow; you’ll never make it in time.  But wait yet again!  Providence strikes!  A fortuitous wind blows the porta-potty door open and you spot a randomly discarded pole-vaulting pole lying on the field.  Your eyes would steel over as you started running toward it, arms chopping the air like the T-1000.  Your hands would snatch up the pole, your feet would churn under you, you’d jam the tip of the pole into the grass, and boi-oi-oi-oing!!!  As you launched yourself through the air, you’d simultaneously turn your backside so it was facing the porta-potty and yank your shorts and underwear down.  Just before you unleashed hell, your butt would touch the tacky, plasticky surface of the porta-potty toilet, and you’d smile the biggest smile that ever graced your lips.  Who cares about blue splash?  Making it just in time to take a dook is the HIGHEST pleasure that life can offer.  If the preceding few minutes weren’t so painful, I’m sure people would get addicted to it, and treatment facilities for dook-holding/release would easily outnumber those for alcohol, cigarettes, or even heroin.  But that’s besides the point—that immense feeling of relief that surges through your nerve endings into your very soul is EXACTLY what we indie authors feel when we get a positive review on Amazon!  So do your favorite author (and Perennial Man Child) Kent Wayne a big ol’ favor and leave him a positive review on the ’Zons!  Thank you all and have a Good and Chill Night!!!  🙂 🙂 🙂

Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here:  Vol. 1 on Kindle.  Vol. 2 on Kindle here:  Vol.2 on Kindle  Vol. 3 on Kindle here:  Vol. 3 on Kindle  #kindle #kindleunlimited #sciencefiction #scifi #books #novel #book


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