I sit here thinking, and I have miles and miles to go before I sleep. Oh god, another yawn. Forgive me.

There was a time, not long ago, when I still wore two hats, and how I long for those days again. Well, not really, but I was able to carve out huge blocks of time, weeks and months where I had nothing to do but write without pressure. Now I ghostwrite by day and schmooze by night. And come to it kicking and screaming. The schmoozing part, I mean. I would much rather tell another story. There are so many waiting here to be told.

For now, I come begging for an audience. I spend years creating one work of fiction. I want so much for a few souls to find themselves transported, even for a few days or a week, their Buddha brains opened, their imagination stirred, the child in them reawakened, their hearts carried over the Himalayas somewhere, their return coming with a sense of catharsis, in some small way, seeing their journey among the stars in a brand new way.

So, if you are reading this, please stop by my website. You can read the first chapter of my recently released novel for free. There are also two stories to read. I will be adding more as time goes by, so please keep checking back. If you buy my novel and enjoy the read, please let me know. That means so much more to me than money...