-In which a paparazzi does something stupid The problem, Trent decided, was Jamie-T’s vicious little smile. He was no stranger to this sort of thing. He could’ve looked past all the blow, the shitty loud music. He could’ve even looked past the young girl’s crying. Of all the things he’d ever been called, a saint sure as fuck wasn’t one of them. But then this loser piece of trash kept… Fucking… Smiling. She kept crying,…
This is something of an experiment I’d like to try. One of the books I’ve been toiling over– much more slowly than I’d originally anticipated, though that’s par for the course for moi, really– has been this fucker right here. Dragonkiller. I could spend a couple years bashing this thing together, putting it out there, dismaying as only a few friends and my mother pick it up– Or I could get wild! Crazy! FUNKY! Dragonkiller…
First thing’s first! This site hasn’t been updated in quite a while. Which is, of course, rather unfortunate. So many of you have been deprived of my musings! You poor, lost souls! Whatever have you done without me? Besides weather the fucking plague, I suppose. When I put this site together, I was expecting to use it as a hub for my renewed career as an indie author. Then, of course, I barely sold any…
