Under construction since 1993. Presently, fiction writer, dharma bum, excessively loquacious husband (according to my loving wife), and occasionally decent slow-cooker chef.
Please buy my books. I have two rabbits and a wife to feed. Hay is very expensive. And to make matters worse, my wife refuses to eat more hay. Did I mention rabbits like treats, too? Those are unnaturally pricy. Every day we don’t buy them those bougie vegan snack sticks, their lives are just a little bit sadder.
Now, since I don’t believe in guilt-tripping or milking people for sympathy, I’ll let my work speak for itself. Click this big ol’ thing to peruse my humble offerings on Amazon…
… and don’t be concerned about the happiness of these sweet, innocent, hungry rabbits.
(For maximum emotional impact, please play Sarah McLachlan’s “Arms of the Angel” softly in the background).
James Wolanyk 