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, where’s my stealth camera when I need it?? Turning my mac around to use the onboard camera would be just too obvious.
My characters have been following me around. It’s starting to freak me out.
Across The Shadows 