I owe a bit of an explanation, so let me get right to it.
I needed time off. In the last couple of years I've had major health issues, relationship issues, financial issues, you name it. It got to be too much more than once and, in self-defense, I took some time off. Considering I haven't had anything even resembling a vacation or break since 2003, it was overdue.
The stress didn't break me, but it came close a few times. I desperately needed to get out of my own head, away from my problems, and find some way to shore up the cracks. The process took time and energy and meant I didn't get a lot of work done.
That's not to say I got none done, because I did, but I certainly didn't finish much. I have the sequel to Triggerbreak nearly done, but I've run into the problem of writer's block like nine tenths of the way through. Rogue suffers a similar issue, but I digress.
However, I did re-learn the healing power of nature. I spent a lot of time over the last couple of years visiting places like this:
And this:
And I'm in a lot better place, mentally, than I was. That's not to say I'm not still dealing with all of the above stresses, but I'm finding healthy ways to cope with the stress, if not the underlying cause.
So, yeah, I'm back. Good to see you again.
And what's this? Oh, hey, look! I did get something done after all! I have another book up on Amazon, this time for pre-order! It'll drop on the 25th, so you won't have long to wait.
It's called Dreamcatcher. It's another Guild File novella, this time from the point of view of an aging costume. Want a book blurb? I have a book blurb. Enjoy the book blurb!
Her name was Dreamcatcher. She was young, eager, pretty -- everything I wasn't -- but after thirty years on the street I was a pro and she too inexperienced to survive for long, especially in this city. It was sheer luck that I found her that night, and all she wanted was for me to teach her everything I knew. That shouldn't take long even for an exhausted, broken-down old man, right?
All this while the Heroes' Guild was hounding me to retire, the pain in my chest was getting worse every day, and an old enemy was due to attack at any time. What was an aging costume to do? And was there more to me after all these years than just the mask?
So what do you think? Blurbs aren't my strong suit by a long shot, but the book got great reviews from pre-release readers who approved the blurb.
(At this point I'm going to stop saying "blurb" for the rest of the this post. It's getting on my nerves for some reason.)
I'm proud of Dreamcatcher, otherwise I wouldn't be releasing it. I hope if you check it out you enjoy it! So how about a link so you can check it out if you want to? Sure. Click here!
Well, I'm going to sign off now. I'm recovering from an illness this weekend and my thumb (which on the 30th I cut badly enough to need stitches) is starting to bug me. Drop me a note and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
