I’m not dead.
I’m not on a long sea voyage, abducted by aliens, working undercover, or mad at you.
I am, however, writing another novel.
Which is why you’ve not heard from me lately.
It takes all my time.
Hopefully that’s reassuring and makes you glad. Hopefully you’re looking forward to me being finished with the dang thing so you can see how much I’ve changed, or buy me lunch. And hopefully, of course, you’re eager to read it. I’m certainly eager to show it to you.
I think it’s a good one. Maybe even the best book ever. A real life changer. It’s one of those struggles between good and evil. Lots of laughs. Lots of heartache. Death. Sex. Wordplay. And magical goats. The ultimate adventure. All wrapped up in an allegorical pâté of religious satire and dark vaudevillian comedy played out on a tropical island. The hero is a ne’er-do-well scalawag. Albeit, with a heart of gold.
Anyway, you’ll just have to wait and see.
It’s almost done.
Getting closer every day.
Until then, just in case you were wondering –
I’m not dead.