They keep following me…

So I'm sitting here at the local funky coffee shop, working on my final edits and rewrite of Severed Earth...and just a few feet away, absorbed in his Macbook, face pursed in thought, shoulder-length, dirty-blonde hair brushed to one side, sits a guy who looks exactly as I picture Jonathan Abel of the tales. Godsfrakkin'dammit, … Continue reading They keep following me…