Thursday, April 4, 2019
...as I edit one of my original novels.
I watched in a little shock as the thousands added up in my passbook. I
didn’t have a clue what to do with the money. So why did I keep selling the shit?
Never came up with a reason. Just did. Like gravity. Didn’t do much good worrying about it because every tomorrow turned into a yesterday no matter what I did.
Friday, March 15, 2019
Thursday, March 14, 2019
I've updated my cover for my standalone Ghostly novel
He appeared on the other side with no memory of his past. Eagle tattoo, weightlifter-build, and comfort on the basketball court are the only hints to who he was. History of the live-ones he's near pours into his head though, also their thoughts, emotions, even glimpses of their future. He learns this is unique among his kind, as is another inconvenient shortcoming. He forgets most of the previous day. He searches for purpose. His meddling endangers the lives of those he tries to help, generates ire in his fellow spirits.