ATTENTION FRIENDS, BOOK READERS!
After four years of dedicated effort and personal investment in my journey in writing this new fiction novel, I am seeking support to help me reach the next phase. It needs the right title and i'm reaching out to my community for votes and suggestions. As part of this next step, I am excited to share excerpts (10 out of 33 chapters) from my upcoming first fiction novel with ANY donation support given, which will go directly to covering the costs associated with this publication. Your assistance at this time would be invaluable in helping me continue my progress and bring my work to fruition. Also, you'll be included in the acknowledgements and get the full book before its official release! Thank you for your support.
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venmo = @Dewey-Paul-Band
paypal = deweypaulband@gmail.com
Here's an excerpt teaser for you:
The motorbike and I descended into the village, navigating alleyway-sized lanes flanked by rustic establishments waking up for the day. Beyond the village, I chanced upon a trail leading into the verdant hills. It was an enticing challenge for both me and the bike as we powered through steep inclines. As I ventured deeper, the path seemed to shrink, almost swallowed by the encroaching jungle. Towering palm trees framed the route, acting as guardians to some of the most picturesque views I'd ever witnessed. The juxtaposition of the mountain's ascent to my right and the sheer drop to my left was awe-inspiring. Every vista was a postcard come to life. It felt like a slice of paradise.
Suddenly, my scenic route was interrupted by a brigade of wild monkeys. As I eased the throttle, the group's unmistakable leader—a ferocious beast by all accounts—growled at me, displaying his gnarly fangs, arms swinging in the air, and flexing his minuscule biceps. Phin's voice echoed a warning in my head: “Don't stare into the monkey’s eyes!” Naturally, that’s exactly where my gaze settled. The rest of the macaque monkey mafia scampered toward the trees while the alpha—whom I instantly dubbed ‘Kong’—gave me the finger in a distinctly monkey-ish gesture of disdain before following them. At least I didn’t have to halt entirely and weather a full-on violent primate protest.
A bit further on, my path ended at the trailhead for ‘Bottle Beach’. The name rolled around in my mind. I need to check out Bottle Beach. But the sign planted firmly at the start of the trail gave me pause: warnings of a challenging day-long trek populated by not-so-friendly monkeys and venomous reptiles. Surely the monkeys would track me down and kill me or maybe better yet I would have a deadly encounter with one of the island’s notorious king cobras. I imagined the headline: “Farang Found, Done in by Delinquent Monkeys and Angry Snake." My fatalistic musings took an oddly morbid turn. Should I risk a monkey mélange? Perhaps a suicide tango with a temperamental cobra?
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Graciously accepting donations on Venmo = @Dewey-Paul-Band and PayPal - Deweypaulband@gmail.com
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