Thanks to my Bravenet pal, Dave, I now have this spanky new home. I was living in an old packing crate down by the river until Brave Dave showed up, took pity on me and offered me new digs at his spacious place. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I jumped at the chance to once again have hot 'n cold running, indoor plumbing, and the greatest invention since our sorry-assed species arrived on this big blue rock - electricity. Bless you, Saint Dave...you too, Mr. Edison.

You know, life had been pretty damned good for me up until I decided to write that bloody novel. I had it all - then THE BOOK took over my whole life. And everything went south.

Writing can be as addictive as all those other bad things Mother always warned us about. And once The Demonic Writing Beast  gets its nasty old meathooks into you...well...a pretty picture it ain't.

Thank God for cold coffee, stale cigs, and a true samaritan like Brave Dave.

Oh, I almost forgot the important part - my novel's called "Can You Hear The Cosmos Singing?" It's a supernatural sci-fi chiller-thriller - real spooky and weird X-Filey stuff. Check it out. If you like it and decide to buy it, all the better, because writing, like I said, can be horribly addictive. It can also be a fulltime job. But a good way to earn a living it ain't. Hell, I've made better money playing piano in a brothel...