Today was probably the scariest day of my entire life, and I can’t talk about a single thing that happened. I’ll be back eventually. Might be tomorrow. Might be a month from now. I don’t need “get a blog post written” stress in my head right now; there’s no room for it. I’ll write again the next time I have something to say.
Haven’t had much to say lately. Clark Kent family & work stuff. Will probably have a real post up tomorrow. It may be excessively profane! Or perhaps not.
Oh god WHAT AM I DOING AAAAAAAAAAGH
I’ve been asleep for most of the last two days. That thing I said I was gonna do? Later this week. I promise.
If I let even a single syllable of what’s been running through my head the past couple of days out and onto a screen, I’mma have the fucking Secret Service at my door, and I don’t need that kind of aggravation right now. So instead all of my books are free this weekend— including Balremesh and other stories, for the first time–and here’s a picture of a kitten.
(Also, if you’ve read any of my books, especially Balremesh, I am explicitly and openly begging for reviews right now. Seriously. Please.)