I’ve been sick/I’ve been writing/I’m not sick of writing/Dead Man

I’ve been just sick enough for the past few days to make my lovely wife and charming daughter distrust me whenever I move a muscle, I can hear their thoughts, ‘Is he going to touch that? Ugh. He did.’ As the primary food preparer in our house this has been a hard week. For the first time, in, well, ever, my ladies want me out of the kitchen. I hate it. I also want a beer, but I digress.

Two exciting book related things, The Fort went live on Amazon today, and I finished a new manuscript. The piece I just finished-more crime, yay-came out really well, at least for a first draft. It is written as a follow up to The Fort, so we’ll see what my beloved firsties think.

For the first time, ever, I finished a novel free of burnout, and I did it while sick. This is either a good sign, or a really bad one. That said, it feels good, my muse is still furious and screaming, and if she doesn’t want blood, her guitar is out of tune.

Dead Man #14 is out next week and I helped write it. Give it a look on your Kindle!!