Captain Picard and the Enterprise have been returned safely to the toy box. I await first-pass pages for Peaceable Kingdoms to arrive sometime early next month. Between now and then, I have a couple of sets of interview questions to answer, a guest blog or two to write, an outline for the next novel, and a synopsis for a Very Cool Project.
There’s also a short story I’ve been promising I’d write for an anthology with the working title F*cked Up Fairy Tales, so as you might imagine, the book has a very unconventional set of guidelines. Anyway, for me, it’s now or never, yo. I’ve had it up on the screen the past few hours as I ponder various twists and turns while tending to other items on my “To Do List,” in the hopes that I can figure out something that will measure up to this, the story’s opening line:
Peter knew shit was getting out of hand even before Captain Hook snapped Tinker Bell’s G-string.
In related news, Hell called to let me know that my reservation’s confirmed. King bed, corner room with a view overlooking the lava flows.