So, after six weeks in my new residence, still not fully unpacked (sorry/not-sorry, I just got burned out with endless unboxings, I've at least got enough of a livable residence established that I can start thinking about writing again.

For some reason, the Rust Belt vibes of Pittsburgh has me thinking I need to write the next two novels of The Plastic Fantastic, my cyberpunk trilogy (Book 1, SIGHTSEER, flew off into the void at the end of May -- still no reviews or ratings! Thanks, everybody!)

Anyway, absolutely nobody gives a rat's ass about the series, which is just the rocket fuel I need to crank out the other two novels and wrap up the trilogy.

Books 2 & 3 might be just the ticket to take my mind off my ghostly status in this decaying, dystopian world of ours. Slip a bit of neon and chrome into my anomie.

So, there it is. Whoever's reading/lurking on this blog, that's what I'm going to be up to for the remainder of '25 -- wrapping up The Plastic Fantastic, the best indie cyberpunk trilogy nobody cares about!

After that, I'll likely write Book 4 of The Shutterclique, another series lost in the thundering silence of the void. We'll see how it goes, although here's a preview: I'll write my ass off trying to create a kickass story with abundant worldbuilding and fun characters, and it'll be ignored/blown off by everybody, maybe read by a few, but either zero or (if I'm supremely fortunate) a few ratings/reviews.

The Wipers | D-7