Readers, I hope all is well! First, let me start by saying Creepers 2 has arrived! Yay! If you would like to buy a copy, you can click on my new “buy a book” tab above (unless you are reading this in mobile view, in which case you need to click on the menu bar).
Also, I wanted to let all of you know that my newest Author Update YouTube Video is up! My friend Tristan and I went on a hunt for sasquatch nearby my house, and we discovered some crazy stuff! Check it out HERE to have your view of bigfoot’s existence permanently confirmed.
And I want to share a story with you. This is an original. Think of it as something of a parable with absolutely no moral lesson, ok? Without further ado, here we go:
One time in the near-to-distant past there lived a farmer. The fact that the farmer was a farmer is in no way symbolic or significant to the story, so get that out of your head. Being a farmer is just cool, that’s all.
The farmer had a first born son and he was like, “Wow, now I have a kid. He can help me plant corn and stuff. Corn is cool.” So as the boy grew up, he was taken around the farm, sharing his corn seed-things with the earth and watching them take root.
Now the farmer never expected much of the first son–in fact he thought of walking around the farm with him as nothing more than a recreational hobby. However, it turns out that the first son did much better at planting corn than the farmer ever expected. His friends showed up at the farm, watching the boy and proud of the farmer for raising such a successful corn-sower.
He drew quite a crowd, and then the question came: will there be another son?
The farmer, realizing how much the first son had done for him, went on ahead and had another son, exclaiming, “Yee-doggies” the day the second son was born, as all farmers do. He then looked out his barn window and added: “Wow, what a delightful chicken.” He taught the second son how to sow seeds as well, using the lessons he had learned from the first son and putting all of the talent, thought, and work he could dream up into the second. The farmer was much more proud of the second son, feeling that the first came when the was too young to teach lessons of the farm very well.
The second son learned not only to plant seeds, but also drive tractors, lasso cattle, and do other farmer stuff, and it made the farmer happy.
“Nifty,” he said. “I personally like the second son way the heck more than the first, so I want to take him all around the big, wide farm.”
The end. That’s as deep as I get.
So what does this mean? It means that the farm is the world, metaphorically, and my two books are my sons. I never thought the first book would be as successful as it is, and I am super fortunate to have just released another. I am even more proud of the sequel because I think it is a more mature read, and I can’t wait to share it with the world. I will just end by saying this: everybody check out Creepers 2! I think it will please!
And remember, my dad always told me that you should never walk through a rainstorm in socks.
Press on, my friends.
– Jesse Haynes