Simply put, I have survived, brothers and sisters. Deadlines, projects, commitments and stress, all of which have nothing to do with my fiction drew me into their wet maelstrom for about three months, culminating this week with my last finals.
I am alive and well.
First thing I did after completing all these deadlines was take time off. We must periodize our stress in order to grow, and quality rest is needed.
For at least this week, no house projects, no academic reading, no writing fiction.
Then Monday I will start afresh.
Lots of updates on M BRANE SF #11 and pre-order info for “The 12 Burning Wheels” too.
And now I’m going to get ready to go see Nitzer Ebb at Double Door.
GOLD GUNS FIRE
I'm the author of "The 12 Burning Wheels," a short story collection of weird tales of future dystopias, hybrid monsters and machine lore.