Because I can't NOT, OKAY?







So. I edited a book. It has a story of mine in it too. You should buy the book, and not just because you think I'M amazing (which I am) but because the book is amazing (it really is). It features death. Chance encounter. Lies. Secrets. Sex. It even has a man with a strange relationship with the moon.



So, you know, BUY IT. If you live in the UK go here, and for my US friends, click here for your fill of What We Wrote delight.



I'm so, so proud of this. So proud that if you buy a copy I'll give you a free footrub*.



Enjoy!



(And email me on mynameislaurajanewilliams@googlemail.com to let me know what you think...)







*I wouldn't actually touch your manky, unpumiced feet with a sterilised teen foot bargpole. But you know. That's my creative license.

Comments

  1. Calum Karczewski26 January 2010 at 12:47

    I bought 2! With Lee's credit card! :D x

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  2. P26 January 2010 at 13:53

    So if you won't give us a footrub (ew!) what WILL you give us??? :P

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  3. Laura Jane Williams26 January 2010 at 14:10

    Cal- ONLY TWO? Tight bastard. x

    P- You get my gratitude. Do you need anything else? Because nothing else will compare. D'uh. x

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  4. Steve26 January 2010 at 14:32

    Laura, Whilst you've gone to the trouble of getting an ISBN number, will it be going on Amazon anytime soon so we can use 1 click ordering instead of 4000 click?
    :) go on clout me!

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  5. Laura Jane Williams26 January 2010 at 19:27

    Steve- Amazon will be stocking it within the new few weeks. Bastard. x

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  6. Steve27 January 2010 at 05:27

    I'm an amazon and ebay affiliate so when they do stock it let me know and I'll plug it for you.
    And, Its Mr Bastard! x (optional to insert fat too)

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  7. Laura Jane Williams27 January 2010 at 18:11

    Mr Bastard- I'm not sure what that means, but THANKS! x

    ReplyDelete

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