Consistently inconsistent...

I'm going to work the rest of Dirc's story into an e-book and post it for Halloween. It's got horror and sex and violence and Sci-Fi all rolled into one, as well as some action-adventure and fine-dining, but with a relatively HEA, at the end. It's time to finalize this and connect it with the first book, then kick them out into the world.

New title -- Dirc and the Dyarvos Cafe (Men, they're what's for dinner). It already has a pretty off-beat manner of telling the story, so I may see if I can get even snarkier. Darker black humor. It's at just over 84K in wordage.

This will, hopefully, clear my head of everything non-Simon. I have other books I want to write, sure -- Dair's Window, Darian's Point, and the like -- but if I'm going to spend the next year or two on MQM, I need to at least not have this part of Dirc's tale hanging around.

What helped clear my mind is the number of spots showing up on my skin as pre-cancerous. Nothing major, but there. Got two burned off my left calf, today, and have to monitor two others, on my nose and left neck.

Same for a polyp in my gall bladder and the time approaching for my next colonoscopy, which will probably find more.

All this reminds you that your time on this planet is limited, especially this far into my life. So get to it. Get as much done as possible. Hope that when you do finally vanish from here are no regrets on the writing end...

...Even though there always are.