So I’m still working on this book thing. I’ve been working on a novel for over a year now and it’s difficult. Maybe for some rare breed of creative, and possibly lucky, species of human, writing a novel is easy. But for me, and I know many other writers will agree, the damn thing is hard. It takes a lot of work and dedication to ideas, or a single idea. With working and everything, it’s difficult to find time. Nevertheless, I do find that time, although it is slim.
I’m going to self-publish a collection of short stories, which I do not have a title for yet. I’ll keep talking about until who knows when. And I’ll do my best to update this page about it, my diarrhea of the mouth with arbitrary thoughts, and other writings. I’ve neglected this page a great deal, but I guess it has been food good reason. Did I mention usury is a female dog filled with fecal matter?