Pete liked it this way. It was better. I mean, not better exactly. But it was good. He was glad she had ended things. It was like Bryan always said: he was too young to get tied down. He should focus on his career first. Save up a bit of money. He shook his head as he...
That's it. That's all I've got. For now…
Tina forced air out noisily through her nose. ‘I told you – I’m fine, Peggy.’
Peggy leant back in her chair and fixed her step-daughter with a stare. ‘You’re not fine. Your hair is lank and there are pronounced shadows beneath your eyes.’ She squinted at the screen. ‘And if I’m not mistaken, there’s food on your collar.’
Ainlay’s a new ghost with some concerns. Click to get an excerpt on what comes next.
I’m at my wits’ end. Trying to unf*%k my Facebook account doesn’t seem to be working. I tried setting up a new account. But that didn’t work either.
I spent another hour talking to Facebook support again today. The support team I’ve managed to reach thus far doesn’t specialise in security. They can’t directly help with 2FA, but they’re pretty creative in their approach to problem-solving.
And now for the third update.
Without the ability to run ads to my shop, I’m pouring money down the drain on a fancy website that no one’s buying from.
Oh, friends. Do I have an update for you.
A very kind author friend who has some serious magic contacted Facebook on my behalf. She told them the troubles I was having and asked them to get in contact.
Oh, friends. Do I have a tale of internet stupidity for you.
This is the story of me trying – and repeatedly failing – to set myself up to advertise my books on Facebook.