Many of you hold a cherished spot in my heart, because you are readers of my books and attenders of my plays. May you live long, happy lives and may the Bluebird of Happiness nest in your trees, but never poop on your head. Or your car.
Meanwhile, I shall gratefully cash royalty checks. I hope.
Unless there’s a problem. Such as the snag that recently surfaced when I tried to cash a check for 75 cents. Yes, this is such a tiny amount that there is no “cents” sign on the keyboard, so I have to spell it out.
It is also such a tiny amount that PayPal will not deposit it into my bank. Nope, it will sit on its teeny little haunches, all three quarters stacked up like a little order of pancakes for a fairy, and it will wait.
If ever this publisher sells more of my products, it might—MIGHT! (I can pray)—tip the scale over an entire humongous dollar, and then PayPal will release the ransom to my bank. And so it sits, my money, like a dog in quarantine awaiting release to its master.
How quietly can you whisper, ka-ching?
Imagine the joy, the elation, you could feel (and the power!) if you were the person to launch my little coins into the air and push the total over the 100 penny mark! Your chance at heroism awaits at jonihilton.com, where you can subscribe to my YouTube Mom videos, and buy my books and at least one of my plays. Thank you from the bottom of my grateful heart.