i just finished writing the latest chapter in the Blobert saga. what is a Blobert, you may be asking yourself. Blobert is my take on The Blob from the 50s, mixed with Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

This time, Ursa and Blobert are waiting out a blizzard in MonKansas when they are surprised by a visitor with an odd, even by Ursa’s standards, request. Santa has been kidnapped. And for some f**king reason, Ursa is the man for the job. Allegedly.

i had the idea a year ago and never got the chance to write it. now it is done, and i am pretty sure it is the best of the three so far. but you know i don’t tend to shill often, so there must be a reason.

there is. a good one.

Megan Stockton is an author, and one of the sweetest people i have ever been lucky enough to know. she is so loving, she wore a hole in her heart and had to have emergency surgery. that’s not cheap. and it is almost the holiday season. what does this have to do with the drug fueled adventures a man and his blob of cerulean space cum?

Megan is releasing Blobert 3. all the proceeds go to her and her family. i am under no illusion i am a best selling author. but i don’t have money. i have words. so these words are for her, Derek, Aubrey, and Graham. i love the Stocktons, and they are family to me.

so you can get a hilarious (supposedly) and offbeat Xmas tale. and they can have some money for the holidays. win/win. this nearly done being formatted, and Chilling Tales will be recording it for their podcast network.

i will share the link, when it is available. thank you for always supporting me, and for supporting the people who mean the world to me.