It’s a bitterly cold day in the San Luis Valley. It’s late for Caturday in most of the Western world, but I’ve spent the better part of the day shoveling out the driveway. Now I have to get to work on my third zombie book.
I hate to go this long without posting something, though—it makes for a poor start to the new year—and it turns out I have these four images of Luna Toonie, our Fifth Fluffy of the Apocalypse. Here she is again, paying her freight just being herself. Not too many creatures can get away with this. Luna starts by positioning herself in the pillow fort she’s secured for herself.
The price of cuteness is eternal vigilance. Or something.
So far, this is the best shot I’ve gotten of our Little Miss Personality.
Barely in time for the Twelfth Day of Christmas comes my first post of 2017. I’d had a New Year’s greeting recorded, but I wasn’t crazy about it. Today’s master plan was to record the first chapters of each book—Bleeding Kansas, Grace Among the Dead, and the as-yet unpublished The Wrong Kind of Dead—with the idea of adding to each until I had the complete set recorded. Instead, I pushed through and recorded the entirety of the first chapter of Grace Among the Dead, “Drugstore Cowpunching.”
There’s so much more I could do with this, especially in regards to the voice acting, but I don’t want the perfect to become the enemy of the good, as it so often does with my projects. I’ll simply keep adding chapters. Maybe I’ll do the first full chapter of another book tomorrow. I don’t know. Right now, I just want to drink some beer and figure out what I’m going to do from here. I’ve been meaning to do this YouTube thing for years now. Today was the first day in two years I’ve actually gotten meaningful work out of this microphone. So, Merry Twelfth Night and Happy New Year 2017. Let this be the inauspicious beginning to something really auspicious. And don’t forget to buy the books, if you haven’t already.