It's gone long enough without a post so I want to write a little about my exploits.
Work has been nasty lately, they've made half of the office redundant and the atmosphere has become utterly toxic. It's a trial but such is life.
Far more positive is my writing, is it hubris to be humbled by your own works? I was working through moderately adventurous in Starbucks and I am so sincerely happy with it I'm consistently surprised.
Book sales continue to trickle through on Amazon, each one a little pat on the back, a little reassurance.
It's the year of the Dragon, what great new worlds await me?