Apologies for the utter dearth of posts. I’m a rather uxorious person, and in the last month a cousin of my wife, along with his daughter, has been out visiting from Hungary. That means I’ve been alone for the last month. No, really: I don’t have any friends anymore, either. So, in my spare time, I’ve been drinking myself to death.
On of the nice things about working third shift is that you don’t have a sleep-time, just a series of naps. That helps with the psychosis.
4th Book-wise, I have imagined so much! Sylvia’s recruitment, her thoughts of error, her arrest – just as she is arresting the police chief of Albuquerque – Clive on the stern of the ‘Death Ship’ just before the Chinese orbital kinetic energy weapon…. I really need to find a reason to write all of this down.
In the mean time, here’s one of the triggers for my first novel. Really!.