Nothing new to report

The self-proclaimed “god of cats” has once again taken over my desk. 

No new books yet, but “The First Level of Hell” books 3 through 6 have been edited.  I’m still waiting for the covers to be completed. 

If my publishing prospects were any more exciting, they’d need a defibulator.

Politically, the world is looking more and more like a 200-car pile up on a foggy interstate highway.  And, no; I don’t want to go there.

Time for a really bad haiku:

Life is a husband

now bald and fat thinking his

wife needs a face lift.