Hard at work on the next book. The current chapter is about graveyards. Kind of a sequel to the one in "Raised by Wolves." Here's a preview:

I’ve been to other parts of the country. I’ve even lived in some of them, including, somewhat regrettably, Florida, where the swampy ground makes traditional burials a mucky, challenging affair. As has already been noted by, well, just about everyone, Florida is populated mostly my degenerates. This seems borne out by the fact that, when you try to give people there a decent burial after they die in a meth lab explosion or by auto-erotic asphyxiation gone awry, the earth tends to spit them back out, essentially saying: “We don’t want them.”