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.