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So, I’ve been on vacation the past four weeks (I’ve been back at work this week, but the four weeks before that I was on vacation), and unlike most of my vacations this one was pretty selfish. Mrs. Hatboy let me go out and play author most days, and I didn’t have holidaying family members to deal with. Aside from Ropecon (and I just realised I am two years behind on Ropecon posts now), and a wedding one weekend, I was free to indulge myself.

As a result, while I didn’t quite write two novels, I did write two chapters of The Faere Named Dredna pretty much in their entirety, and they were large novella length, if not short novel.

Chapter 5 (of 9) came out at 65 pages, 34,281 words. This was above the projected amount for the chapter, again, but not by too much. Although I did cut it significantly short, flipped the point of view, and pushed the next section of story into chapter 6 (of 9).

Chapter 6 (of 9), however, was a tiddly 49 pages, 21,843 words. Actually below the projected amount (which was 25,272 words according to my pie chart excel tab), but I once again bumped a lot of this chapter – not into chapter 7 (of 9), but into chapter 8 (of 9). I want to get this done even though there’s still no huge rush. Just good impetus from the holidays.

Also, chapter 4 got a little longer. Couple of hundred words. Actually a couple of thousand. No biggie.

My current stats, therefore:

Chapter 1: 75 pages, 38,455 words.

Chapter 2: 19 pages, 9,319 words.

Chapter 3: 63 pages, 29,483 words.

Chapter 4: 140 pages, 68,001 words.

Chapter 5: 65 pages, 34,281 words

Chapter 6: 49 pages, 21,843 words

Whole book: 411 pages, 201,382 words.

I’ve also been a positive patron of the arts this summer, with not only my third and final War of Mortal Aggression cover nearing completion by Emily Anderson, but a series of concept art sketches by Dakota Curry also in the works, ready to put in the front of each book so we all know what the different species look like! I hope we all go the distance, because there’s a lot.

I also need to do a proper map for the books, but I might take care of that myself. Paying artists is expensive! Anyway, let’s see.

That’s it, that’s the post. I had a good time! Mr. Fahrenheit was still hard at work on the Viking Karaoke when I left, regrettably early. Other colleagues were also giving it their all, and I salute them!

Boy howdy.

Well, I suspected this was going to be a big one (at least by the time I got into it I did), but it’s finished at last. It came in at 138 pages, 66,812 words, which to those still paying attention means it’s a respectable novel all on its own and pretty close to Eejit in length.

My current stats:

Chapter 1: 75 pages, 38,455 words.

Chapter 2: 19 pages, 9,319 words.

Chapter 3: 63 pages, 29,483 words.

Chapter 4: 138 pages, 66,812 words.

Whole book: 295 pages, 144,069 words.

And chapter 4 (of 9) really is basically a book in its own right. As I joke in the metrics-caption here and mentioned in my earlier post a bit, I’m alternating A-plot and B-plot in odd and even chapters for the first half of this book, and in chapter 5 (of 9) I should be reuniting the split party (but maybe not). What that means is that chapter 2 (of 9) and chapter 4 (of 9) are all one plot thread, so I might technically be able to take some stuff out of 4 and add it to 2 to make them all more even…

But I’m not sure if I want to. There are plot points and pacing issues that this layout helps with. I just didn’t intend chapter 4 (of 9) to be so large. I think I was actually concerned I wouldn’t find enough content to fit in there. I think I said the B-plot was thin in comparison to the A-plot.

Well, it fattened up nicely. When I realised my B-plot was essentially a whole-arse DnD party and quest, complete with weird new characters and some pretty outrageous adventure and action sequences, it just took on a life of its own.

I feel I’m past the halfway point now even if I do have five chapters left to write – I doubt they’re going to be this long, and may not even be as long as their current projected lengths (which if I recall correctly was a guess based on an average of chapters 1 – 3? Yeah, I’ve kind of blown that up…). But I have long since accepted the fact that whenever I say “the next bit’s going to be shorter and more difficult to write” I turn around a month later and look at the giant pile of bullplop I just made and go “well dang.”

I can’t wait for you “all” to read it!

That was all a bit heavy, how about a little mood-lightener? Let’s talk about Tomodachi Life: Living the Dream.

I had previously played a lot of Animal Crossing (New Horizons), and in fact it has been six years since that blog post. Feels like longer. That was Toon’s big non-tomato-sauce-related entrance to the Hatstand, that was.

Anyway, it was a fun game and Wump put me up to it. Tomodachi Life is another one that Wump had heard about and seen streamers playing, and so bought it one day and is now mildly hyperfixated on it. It’s a lot like Animal Crossing, only instead of having a single avatar and a bunch of cute little animals running around on an island owned by raccoons, you are a sort of disembodied controlling intelligence and all the characters are ones you make. They’re called ‘Mii’s, for reasons that escape me. You create them, give them a look and personality, then let them loose to interact with each other and do basic life-stuff. Essentially, it’s Animal Crossing meets Sims in a kind of social simulator game.

Wump promptly created themselves, their boyfriend, our immediate family and then started to make a whole range of fictional and TV characters (Winx girls, My Little Ponies, and so on … they’re all roughly humanoid, the customisation is not too wild, but you can have up to 70 dudes on your little island). Hatboy and Mrs. Hatboy promptly started talking about The Wheel of Time (you can give your characters catchphrases, interests, pet sayings, sentence-closers and other quirks as they level up, and all of the actions and phrases in the lexicon start to cross-pollinate in very amusing ways), and then fell in love.

What I decided to do with my island (after naming myself Mer), was recreate all my favourite characters from my literary urverse.

I started with Çrom Skelliglyph, opting to leave him with no birthday or aging mechanic but lock him at somewhere in his early 40s. The age slot can go up to 150 years which makes a lot of my non-human characters difficult as well, but I figured what the heck. Skell can be the age he usually appears to be. My initial plan was to leave him on the island all alone and see what happened to his mental state, but it turned out there wasn’t much you could do until you added more people and got things moving. Obviously, next I added Drago Barducci.

I’m pleased at how much he came out looking like Mister Garibaldi from Babylon 5, that was always kind of how I pictured him (although a ludicrously CGI-size-enhanced The Rock would also be funny in a TC / movie adaptation).

Drago and Skell got along pretty well. Next came Z-Lin Clue, and her sentence-opening pet phrase “FFS”. And I gave everyone the closest I could find (so far) to AstroCorps greys.

As you can see, I gave her a Mister Goggles.

There are some very cool mechanics in the game (and I’m not talking about Zeegon, although he’s pretty cool too). While the phrases you can give your characters are generally quite short, you can mess with them in the pronunciation setting (oh boy, did both ‘Çrom’ and ‘Rakmanmorion’ give me trouble … not that I made a Rakmanmorion). For example I gave General Moral Decay (Alcohol) the saying “BHDGI”, which is pronounced “but humans don’t get it” which makes a lot of what he says funny by default.

Also, as shown above, you can customise or straight-up draw a variety of objects, including pets and clothing, for your characters. Mister Goggles has never failed to bring a smile to my digital Trampsters’ faces. It’s still somewhat limited, but very fun. With it, I was able to face-paint some scars on Janya’s Mii.

Your characters more or less make up their own minds who they want to talk to, be friends with, and start relationships with. You can customise their genders, pronouns (separately!), and dating preferences (including “not interested”), which is all a far cry from Animal Crossing and its annoying “long hair means feminine coded avatar” restriction.

It was also very funny to find that Cratch’s personality coding made him into a happy optimist (hence the bright yellow starter-house). He’s still creepy though (no pun intended). And I did the best I could with making a Molranoid head for Decay, it still ended up looking a bit nosferatu-ey. I may go in and face-paint up his ears into a better pair, once I’m a bit more familiar. And as you can see, his name would not fit in the field but the characters say it just right, I assure you.

Next was one of my bigger challenges: Thord.

I also made Waffa, Contro, Janus and (as previously mentioned) Sally, but getting pictures from the Switch to the blog is still a bit of a pain in this the Year of our Lord 2026, so I didn’t take too many. Anyway here’s Zeegon ‘Pretty Balls’ Pendraegg.

And of course I created Zeegon a space weasel.

As you can see from some of these shots, the island started out pretty generic but I was able to make it dead square, cover it entirely in steel plate, and convert most of the buildings to soulless modules (with nice custom interiors, except for the floors for regulation reasons), to give “Cursèd Playground Island” the right vibe.

Coming up next, I made another brig unit next to Cratch’s place, and created The Artist.

It is pure confirmation bias, of course, but it is funny how the characters all seem to just say the most perfect things (that you’ve written for them, but still!). Here’s Janus Whye.

Once I got to the end of my main run of Final Fall of Man characters, I branched out into Always Night characters too. I was getting more confident with the face painting and character creation process.

Padûls and Janus hit it off almost immediately, possibly while Janus was trying desperately to give Padûls some much-needed therapy.

I gave Thord a very expensive freezer suit (until such time as I can customise something better, it is just plate mail) and Decay a funny T-shirt that reads “some of my best friends are humans”, and they became friends very quickly. She also connected with Skell over Drednanth stuff.

I added a third brig cell, and created Horatio Bunzo.

Anyway, I could go on and on about this, but I guess I’ve already jabbered enough. It’s a fun game, if you have the characters to populate it. And lord knows I have that.

The game has a group photo feature as well and you can insert characters of your choice into a given setting. So much fun (also one of the only pics I took of Contro but I absolutely fucking nailed him, even if I do say so myself).

Highly recommended.

I’ve been a bit out of contact for a while because things have been messy (literally). I was considering writing another book – a sequel to Arsebook, maybe, entitled Arsebook II: The Chronic-ills of Hernia … but in the end I decided there wasn’t enough material and I didn’t want there to be enough material, and besides, I don’t have enough social media presence anymore to really carry a book in the comments and messages of support – which I still received, and gratefully, but only from a few very select sources. They know who they are.

So, in the meantime, here’s a quick summary.

A few years ago, I started to notice what the doctors call a parastomal hernia developing. That is, a hernia around my front-butt. See, while a regular hernia (to my understanding) is a bit of intestine pushing out through the abdominal muscles or elsewhere in the torso (they can also be groinal) this one was pushing out around the hole that had been intentionally made in my gut so the front-butt could exist. So, in short, there was intestine that wasn’t meant to be there, as well as the bit that was meant to be there.

This is pretty common among ostomates, with as many as 75% of us getting one as time goes by. It’s coming up on 15 years since my big rearrangement, so it’s not that strange. It’s also quite survivable, although the grapefruit-sized bulge did make the poo-bags hard to apply and was obviously uncomfortable, particularly from time to time when I had constipation or gas, or had exerted myself a bit and made it push out and hurt more. Once or twice I had to lie down on the floor and push it back in and wait for the weird feeling (you know, the feeling of your guts falling out, if you know it you very much know it), and that was about the point where I started asking doctors if there was anything they could do about it.

Hernia belts were not really helping either, since to wear one was to constrict the poo-bag still more and that led to shitting all over myself even more than usual. A hole could be cut in the belt to allow the bag, but that reduced the effectiveness of the belt and still did not guarantee the poo would stay and go where it belonged. Anyway, the hernia itself was not going anywhere and was only going to get worse, not better.

I finally got a meeting with a surgeon who explained the process to me. He (with assistance from a robot, because we live in the future) would go into my abdomen, put all my intestines back behind my abs where they belonged (except for the last little tube that still goes out to become my front-butt), then install some mesh around the whole area to keep them from coming back out. There was a long waiting list for this procedure, so I was put on the list and told to get my weight down a bit and my blood pressure under control. I was at about 125 kg and 155/90 at the time, which is not good.

Weeks and months went by, and I got down to 115 kg (actually I believe I had told the doctor I was 125 kg and he’d told me to lose 5 – 10 kg, and I’d then weighed myself and found I was “only” 115 kg, so called it a day and rolled my eyes a little at the arbitrary way doctors just assumed everything bad that happened to anyone was because they’re fat, but whatever … also I was a little annoyed that I’d been given an app kind of thing to get my weight under control, when I knew that wouldn’t work and would only make me miserable and stressed, and I was a 47-year-old man and would lose weight without help if that was what I decided to do). My operation was set for sometime in April 2026. I started making arrangements at work, as far as I could without any actual fixed dates or information.

As the day approached, I had a check-in with the nurse who said we’re all good, operation on the 22nd. Great, I thought, and told work. They began to make arrangements for a big up-coming project kick-off. Then, that same afternoon, the health centre called me and said nope, it’s all off, your blood pressure and other tests are a huge mess and there’s no way. Put the operation out of your mind, it’s not happening until you get squared away.

So I sighed and told work about this, and thus they decided we would kick off in April anyway, since I was not going to be away recuperating from an operation but would just be getting myself “squared away” in that time. No problem, although definitely annoying because I still had the fucking hernia. That was the only thing actually bothering me – otherwise I felt in perfect health and only had the doctors’ word that anything was wrong.

I could philosophise a little at this point, about how this is the way a whole bunch of anti-vaxxers and other “natural medicine” and “science sceptics” go down the garden path. They feel one way, the doctors tell them a bunch of stuff they don’t want to hear and otherwise flip-flop on things a lot, and they get frustrated and opt for the “common sense” solution. I’m smart and arrogant enough to think I know my own body better than a bunch of blood tests and measurements and doctors who’ve never met me before can say … and yet, I don’t fall off the far end of that plank and decide to ignore them and do whatever YouTube says I should. I listened to the doctors, because they have fucking learned this shit.

For a while, then, I upped my blood pressure medicine and lost more weight. I did this by a revolutionary process I have developed and intend to patent. I call it “eating less”.

Glib but true. And of course it only works as long as I am motivated. And (in accordance with my triangle of keeping my shit together) my motivation is utterly and inextricably linked to writing. When I don’t write, I get snacky. I get hungry. And I eat, big mounds of lunch and dinner and bowls of snacks and assorted fast food, and it might cheer me up briefly but it doesn’t actually stop me from being hungry.

So, with the endless support of Mrs. Hatboy and Wump and Toop, I made writing way more of a necessity in my daily life than I have up to this point. I know it seems like I complain about this a ton (especially to those of you who already heard most of this story), but what I mostly do is complain and then even when I get ample time to write, I have frazzled myself out with being unhappy about not writing right now, so then I fail to write when the time comes, and then I have a burger and fries. Now, I put on my headphones (a kind gift from Mr. Itkobloom of Region Free), open the google doc on my phone, and just write whenever. And it seems to be working. I don’t think I’m neglecting my family any more than I was before – I’m actually spending less time at my computer, since I only need to be there for a) work and b) checking my files for story details I can’t remember off the top of my head. But whatever. My blood pressure is down to about 125/70 and I’m down another 10 kg to about 105 kg, and intend to keep going until the doctors shut the fuck up about it. I’m not holding my breath, because they apparently say it to everyone no matter how skinny they are. But nevertheless, that’s the plan.

Right, so with that put aside, what happened next? Well, I had more tests and then I got a call from my doctor again. This was after the whole project thingy had been set in motion at work (I have Views on the work-life balance issue, but it’s somewhat relevant to this story which is why I seem way more invested than usual). The doctor said everything is looking great, no reason I can’t have my operation on the 22nd after all, who said I couldn’t? I sighed, and told work the good news – I was going to be away, probably for at least a week, right when everything was happening.

But oh well. I went in for my operation, and it was all good. I was back up on my feet that evening, and discharged from hospital the next day. Which was good, because hospitals are where people go to fucking die. You know, unless they walk out. Which most of the time they do. But it’s still draining.

This was where the fun started.

On the 24th, I had a low grade fever and so we hiked out to the emergency room and sat there for about four hours while various walking wounded and homeless derelicts rambled and raved around us. It was delightful. All I can say is doctors and nurses are built different and they should be better-funded. Anyway, they said I had no other real symptoms and do go home. So Mrs. Hatboy and I went home.

The next day, my front-butt was black and grey with full-blown necrosis. Back to the hospital, and they gave me a CT scan and immediately booked me in and prepped me for surgery again. I think it happened on the 26th, but I have so many different entries and tests in my calendar now it’s impossible to say (it may have been operation on the 22nd, home then emergency room and home on the 23rd, intestines dying and operation on the 24th…). The hernia mesh had come into contact with my intestine and was preventing full blood flow, which had killed my front-butt.

They sent the robot back in (fun fact: the robot’s nickname was Da Vinci), took out the mesh, then cut off the necrotic intestine and gave me a new front-butt. This time they kept me for a whole day and night longer (I was back in the same recovery ward I’d been in the first time, with a lot of the same people, some of whom were there with complications of their own after being sent home too soon), and then sent me home again. So far, I am still operational.

I had yet one more visit to the emergency room another day later (this was Vappu, May 1st, or at least Vappu Eve April 30th) when I presented a very mild fever (Mrs. Hatboy was being abundantly cautious, and I appreciate it), but I was once again sent home. This time since it was 3am and Mrs. Hatboy was looking after the kids, I took a taxi home with a mad fucking former-Yugoslavian driver, who regaled me with stories of his battling alongside the Mujahideen in Afghanistan and eating dogs in – I want to say Albania. Anyway that was weird. It made a change from Mr. Itkobloom picking me up from the hospital, which he did on two occasions and helped me buy meds as well, since the geniuses at the emergency room had told me to leave my wallet with Mrs. Hatboy for absolutely no fucking reason … anyway I greatly appreciate his tireless help, as fun as my taxi driver buddy was.

Now I am home, I am more or less fully-recovered, and my only problem is the defective-arse new front-butt they’ve given me is so deep-sunk in my gut I cannot actually sit in a normal chair and do normal things without the bag peeling off and shitting all over me. Which is fucking awesome because they never gave me more sick leave after my first surgery was a failure, so I go back to work on Monday.

How are you guys all going?

I’m not actually going back to writing a post a day, but I’m kind of on a bit of a roll right now (the weekend’s going to be a bit full though, so I’m getting my kicks where I can).

So I ended up writing a bit of meta-info and added a couple more drawings, and I thought what the Hell. I’ll put them on the aki’Pedia. I have to start filling that out with the Phase 3 stuff eventually, right? I know I haven’t finished writing in the Phase 1 and Phase 2 stuff, shut up. I also know I haven’t updated the Phases model with the right book titles or covers yet, shut up.

Enjoy! I repeat, it’s got pictures! I also self-rabbit-holed and ended up writing a little page about Elves as well, since that will help connect this phase to the wider Phase 1 and Phase 2 urverse.

No it won’t. But shut up!

Have I lost the ability to write proper blog post titles? Did I ever have the ability to write them? Whatever. Screw it, we’re doing this.

So, as of today I have finished chapter 3 (of 9) of The Faere Named Dredna and that brings my totals to:

Chapter 1: 75 pages, 38,455 words.

Chapter 2: 19 pages, 9,319 words.

Chapter 3: 63 pages, 29,483 words.

Whole book: 157 pages, 77,257

So it’s already a decent-sized book. But for reference, The Girl Named Hell was 675 pages, 229,174 words (the page numbers are different in the final copy though so that’s not really relevant). I suspect this second book will be smaller, but who knows?

Also, yes those chapters are very uneven! I’m writing an A plot and a B plot, and the B plot (while fun) is also considerably thinner than the A plot. That’s kind of by design, because I feel like too much of the B plot will wear the readers down, but still. It’s a big difference, and the even-numbered chapters are more by way of a bit of light relief in between the heavy stuff. Maybe that will change as we go. I don’t know what I’m going to have in chapter 4 (of 9) exactly, but if I fit in all the things I’ve scribbled in my notes it might end up being a respectable size.

But so far, with chapter 1 (of 9) and chapter 3 (of 9) being essentially short-novel length and chapter 2 (of 9) being a big short story at best, I don’t know. The average chapter length based on the current three is ~25,752 words, and if the remaining six chapters are around the same average then we will end up with a total of 180,266-and-one-third words for the whole book. Still big, but not as big as book one. And also, I’m not sure I’ll stick to those averages. The Girl Named Hell had a big opening chapter and then smaller ones. Let’s see.

Have I also lost the ability to do metrics?

No! For here are the metrics for book two, and book one for comparison! Chapters 4 (of 9) through 9 (of 9) are projections based on the average so far so I guess that will shift. And book one had a pretty wild weight distribution on the chapters too, and visible A plot and B plot differential. So I guess we’ll see. That chapter 2 (of 9) is a bit of a tiddler though.

Am I only doing this so I can eventually say “I’ve just finished chapter 7 (of 9)” and then post a picture of Jeri Ryan from Star Trek: Voyager?

No! See? I can do that whenever I like.

So. Perfect, click Publish.

Let’s have a little check-in, because I thought my month was going to go differently. For a start, I thought it would be over already but apparently there is another week to go until pay day. Which is ridiculous, because February was two and a half weeks long and March has already been going on for approximately seven years.

Well, anyway. What’s new?

Nothing much. I’ve been in a waiting line for a non-life-threatening surgery (those of you who have read my first book will be delighted to hear it’s just more of the same from my absolute mad lad of a large intestine) for the better part of a year now, and was scheduled to go under the knife in April. This has now been thrown into doubt in the most Finnish Healthcare possible way, by them telling me all about it and then allowing me almost an entire day to inform my employers and customers and sort out my home schedule, then calling me back and saying “lol, no, that was a lie, we’re probably not going to do anything until you get your blood pressure and other shit sorted.”

Please note the probably there, it’s important. Never at any point is a Finnish citizen or resident to be given actual concrete information. Not because they would then have grounds to sue if that information was then overturned, but just because we’re fucking into that shit I guess.

So anyway, that’s annoying. But what can you do? Being mad makes my blood pressure higher, so.

Otherwise things are mostly good. Mrs. Hatboy is doing great in her new career as a tour guide, and Wump and Toop are doing well in school despite it being an ulcer-inducing stressful nightmare even on good days. They’re smart kids and they’ll get through it. And my own work is going nicely, which is great because holy shit, is the unemployment bad right now. And while I may not be at risk of deportation like some of my friends (thanks, right-wing fucktards in charge!), it’s just another wonderful little spike of low-key stress that we all love. Maybe I should try yoga.

I’m kidding, of course. Everything is fine as long as I get to write, and right now I am definitely getting to write!

The Cursèd Playground apparently remains my most popular book although it has gotten zero (0) reviews, and in fact my Amazon pages have been an absolute wasteland lately. Don’t care, got an amazing new set of headphones from my boy Joonatan (check out his reviews at Region Free, he’s a fucking legend) and they are perfect for sitting and writing. I’m using a google doc these days which is good for writing on phone and PC without a lot of emailing back and forth of Word docs, too.

I have finished writing book one of The War of Mortal Aggression, entitled The Girl Named Hell. Editing is mostly done too, and I am just adding some drawings for the front few pages and considering the creation of a few maps that will help the reader to get their bearings in this insane high-fantasy world.

Book two, entitled The Faere Named Dredna, is also underway and I am just finishing off chapter 3 (of 9). It’s a fucking doozy if I do say so myself. Then I have the third book still to write, and I am thinking I will finish all three before publishing the trilogy. I don’t know if that will happen this year or next year, because I dearly love this story and I am taking my time with it. Also, so far they’re shaping up to be real chonkers. Like I said though, I am using a google doc system now and each chapter is a separate doc, so I don’t have an easy way to track my word counts and total progress (beyond this “chapter 3 [of 9]” kind of shit). I haven’t really looked into it.

I also have covers for book one and book two! I may share them later. My cover artist is very eager and has pushed me into getting covers long before I usually think about them. She’ll probably start nudging me about book three soon, but I need to recover some financial sanity first. A bunch of trees being professionally felled in our yard, and a new clutch and bearing for the car, has eradicated most of my savings for the moment – and the world remains batshit insane.

Got a ton going on lately and the coming week is going to be a lot, but I had a bit of time this morning and since I won’t have time to actually write, I figured what the heck. Why not throw up a sketch I thought up last night?

This is a rough MS Paint scribble of some comparative depths of different structures in my current book’s world. Just to show how they stack up against each other.

I didn’t put actual measurements yet, might do a proper version of this later, but just out of interest here are some key bits for you to enjoy. A lot of this doesn’t really make it into the story itself – you know, that’s why they call it worldbuilding and not plot, I guess. But you never know.

Anyway, just a bit of fun. Hoping to get some more work done this evening but it’s doubtful.

This month I decided to take part in a little indie book promotion, which saw me donating one of my many book reviews to the cause of boosting the visibility of some deserving authors. The promo is called A Month of Rain and Reads, because it’s rainy and chilly up in the northern hemisphere at least, so it’s time to curl up with a good book.

Anyway, today was my turn to give an interview! I’m also taking part in an e-book give-away but I am not sure what that’s going to look like yet. As my social media presence is very limited these days, I am happy to show up wherever I’m invited.

AMoRaR Interview – Andrew Hindle

Regulars to this blog will be shocked – shocked! – to hear I waffle on at considerable length during this ostensibly short and punchy interview. But I appreciated being included and urge you to check out some of the recommendations that are coming up as a result of this promo.

Some of the other authors being interviewed or having their books reviewed are esteemed peers of mine from the SPSFC and elsewhere. They are all most excellent.