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.