This was supposed to go out on Friday like all of my other posts, but, as is life at the minute, things got in the way. And more money, that I don’t have, was spent.
So here goes…
This was supposed to go out on Friday like all of my other posts, but, as is life at the minute, things got in the way. And more money, that I don’t have, was spent.
So here goes…
It’s not been a very easy going start to this year and, unfortunately, that same vein seems to have continued.
Despite the fact that I should have been celebrating the release of my latest dark fantasy novel (complete with vampires and time travel), Taste Of Blood, I’ve, instead, ended up stressing.
It’s been an incredibly tiring week. It’s also been my birthday week.
Yep. That horrible, annual event designed to remind you how many times you’ve travelled around the sun.
Ah, the new year. It’s supposed to be a time of fresh starts, but this year already seems determined to kick me in the teeth. Why exactly?
I have no idea.
Perhaps I did something wrong in 2017 and the gods feel I have to atone for it. Thanks gods. Remind me again exactly what it is I did so I don’t do it again?