You'll notice I never ask for donations, always loans. That's probably my pride talking. As you know if you follow my blogs, my boss recently cut my hours from 36/week to 12/week, because I'm a whole-ass mess. Hopefully, if I perform well this week as I have the past few weeks, she'll bump me at least partway back up, but in the meantime, I'm broke as a joke. Forget CiderFest, I need to finish paying what is now last month's rent. Actually, I have, at least the rent itself. The $50 late fee is
So I already told you what I got for Jinglemas, but let me tell you what I got for Christmas (and New Years) at the shop!
Fair warning, those of you who are used to my normal mechanic blog posts where it's a mystery until the very end, this one was not a mystery for very long. Fixing it on the other hand . . . well.
This is a part two! It's gonna be shorter than the first one, 'cause neither the discovery nor the repair took as long. Before you get started, though:
I think I need to share a few more infos about "Letters to Cozy Glow". In the two weeks that passed since the last chapter, I noticed that the views on the story essentially froze. And the overall views grow much slower than I expected it for this story, so I'm thinking a lot of my readers might go into it with wrong expectations.
Seeing this, I figured it would be a good idea to clarify a bit what kind of story it is.