so it is almost the holidaze and the end of 2019 and The Fool is fighting a sinus infection that is keeping him from writing
but all hope is not lost, dear readers, I broke 18k words on my latest epic poem and am hanging right at the one third point in this tome. I think it is turning out pretty good but the last week has had me swimming instead of casting a net to capture the words correctly.
Death’s Head Press has informed me that my western/horror story will be the second one out of the gate. They have an incredible cover artist that hand paints his work and I’m excited to see what he can come up with. I already have a scene in mind I think will look amazing.
been scribbling some short story ideas out in the down time in the hopes of having enough to make a second collection.
All in all, I can’t complain about 2019. It started off very rough but things have gotten better as it progressed. Don’t mind me as I wait for the floor to drop out beneath me. It isn’t pessimistic if it has proven to be true over the years.
I hope every single one of you has a wonderful whatever the hell you celebrate. That you love one another and make sure it is known because you never know when it will be too late to say the things you should have.
It’s not too late to get either of my books as stocking stuffers for loved ones or hated enemies. Either works.
as always, hugs and sloppy wet kisses to each of you and thanks for putting up with my constant stream of writing