So it’s May, and with May comes another installment of the After The Fires Went Out series.
Yes, I’m serious.
After The Fires Went Out: Descent – Book Four
The story of Antoine Lagace, and the comet that so inconveniently messed up his chance for a full time job over the summer.
No cover yet… because these things take time. I’m not a miracle worker.
Charlotte snores. So very much.
Sometimes at night I close my eyes — not that I think I can fall asleep beside Charlotte’s sexy upturned flugelhorn nose — and I picture me riding her, not like sexual… okay, a little sexual… but it’s like she’s a riding lawnmower, and that snort-snort-gah-snort noise she makes is actually cutting the grass, as we drive in a predetermined pattern, naturally, to draw a faithful representation of my ass cheeks facing due east, to moon the varied assholes of the province of Quebec.
Some of my best ideas come from the middle of the night. I think I’ll sketch that up sometime, me astride Charlotte’s back, while she munches down on a nice field of grass and writes a message to our fellow Francophones.
So now that’s gotten a little more sexual…
Next up: the Veneration paperback actually becomes available for sale. Yes, I’m working on it.