All right, enough is enough, needs must as the devil drives and desperate times call for desperate measures. I have tried to follow my dream with honor and dignity, but the time has come to unleash a more powerful arsenal. Driven by the horrors of apathy and indifference I have crossed a line that I once vowed I would never breach.
That’s right, there is no greater force on the interwebs than the power of teh cuteness, and I am willing to use that weapon in my bloody struggle up from obscurity.
You’d best be fearing me now, I have cats, and I am not afraid to use them. Still unconvinced? Well, what you you say to THIS?
I am not proud of what circumstances have forced me to do, but I take full responsibility for my actions. Self-publishing is an ugly business, and sometimes we have to descend to the level of our adversaries.
Now that I have cat pictures on my blog I will rise to nigh-Olympian heights of internet stardom. Not to worry, I will remember all the little people that I stepped over on my meteoric rise to fame.
(Just as an aside, the eponymous Catskinner does not actually skin any cats in my book, nor do I intend that he skin any cats in any following books. It’s just a name, okay? I really like cats.)