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    Hey, everyone. I've just published a new short story on Smashwords. It's a western, which is a departure from my normal genre. I believe you'll like it, however, even if you normally don't read westerns. It's free and I'll supply a link at the end of the post.
    The book opens with a cowboy who is riding through southern Colorado on a dreary night. It's storming and raining. He comes across a lady who is digging a grave in the rain. When he stops to help the results are dynamic.
    I actually wrote the bulk of this a few years ago and seemed to lack the inspiration to finish it. Then I decided to make a short story out of it. I added a few pages and an ending. After that I liked it well enough to publish it. If I can't enjoy reading a story, I won't publish it.
    By the way, we just bought a new game from the app store. It's very popular right now. It's called Cut The Rope and it's by the folks who made Angry Birds. The theme is this: You've received a creature in the mail that loves to eat candy. To feed it you have to cut these ropes that hold the candy, and cut them in a way that will cause the candy to go in the little guy's mouth.
    There are 100 levels for 99 cents. There is a free version but my wife bought it after about an hour because she liked it a lot.
    We also got the free version of a game called Stranded Without A Phone. It's very popular among the young people right now. The idea is that you are stranded on a desert island and must survive. You forage for food, build weapons, etc. We don't like it a huge amount just yet but perhaps that will change as we experiment with it.
    I bought a game called Chuzzles the other day. It was on sale for 99 cents. I like it pretty well. It is a simple game where you combine these fuzzy creatures of like colors to score points. It's worth a dollar, no problem.
    Well, here's the link. Goodnight. CE Wills
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/26880

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