Something about a Ghost

This is not me. But it’s kind of how I feel right now.

Two months.

94,000 words.

Blood. Sweat. A lot of listening to Amanda Palmer.

And folks, we have a completed novel.

I present … to no one but myself (for now) … Something about a Ghost.

Buy hey, until I’m ready to send the manuscript to first readers, listen to the song I listened to while writing the final scene.

And remember: “If I love you, it’s not because a ghost made me do it, but because you did.”