I am temporarily on hold while kind people search for my missing blood platelets, or more precisely the cause of the little stickies’ demise. “Forget it, Jake. It’s Chinatown!”
So, why not read my first novel, Stolen Hours, instead:
Meanwhile, a second (I won’t say ‘last’ because that would be manipulative) novel is currently (DC or AC?) being generated by steroids, sleep-deprivation and a cross-circuited (un)consciousness. It’s (possibly – too early to know) a pensioner’s coming-of-age story. Please seek medical advice, if you want to try this yourself.