Another month is almost done! I try not to think about it too much. As it stands, I’m writing up a big announcement for Thursday, which includes a concrete answer to “where the heck is the new Faust book.” (All good news, I promise.)
In the meantime I’ve managed to get myself sick. No worries, it’s not the plague and I’ve felt steadily better each day since it laid me flat on my back, but I’m still on the mend (thanks to bedrest, modern medicine and old elixirs) and my voice currently sounds like Kermit the Frog’s shady chain-smoking cousin. (You know, the one who’s always playing scratch-off lottery tickets and says he can get you a great deal on some mostly-new stereo speakers.)
So I’m going to do what every other writer does when folks are waiting for a content drop: have a sale! As of today, the ebook version of The Hungry Dreaming is yours for ninety-nine cents. It’s my longest novel to date, filled with history and mystery and very nasty things, so that’s a lot of meaty story for a buck and it’ll be on sale all week and through the weekend.
This is usually the part of the update where I say I’m going back to work. Therapy has modified my negative self-impulses, so what I’m actually going to do is sit back, rest, let my immune system get the job done, and come back hard when I have the energy to do it. Hopefully tomorrow. Have a great week and I’ll see you on Thursday!