For over a year now, people have been asking when my next book is coming out. And for almost that long, I’ve been saying “soon”. Of course, I was wrong; it hasn’t been anything like soon, and I’m sorry about that. It’s just that, as everyone following for the past year and a half knows, real life intervened. In spades. With brass knuckles on, after she had already drugged my drink, tied my shoelaces together and stolen my distributor cap. Since arriving it Seattle, it’s a miracle I’ve even managed to get a column out every day, much less do any other writing. But I am beginning to dare to think that phase might finally be coming to an end. I’ve had a lot more time for myself recently, and though I’ve had to use a lot of it to play catch-up, that can’t last forever. I honestly think I might finally be reaching a point where I’ll have both the time and the energy to start putting books together again, which would be sort of nice on a number of levels; I’ll let you know how that progresses, but I’m not going to humiliate myself again by announcing yet another probable release date and then failing spectacularly to meet it. I’ve also been thinking about having a portfolio of nudes done; if I do, I’ll send them for the asking (and postage) to any subscriber or patron, and they’ll be available for purchase to anyone else. Because what’s the use of being a sex symbol if one can’t monetize it?
Under Construction
March 24, 2016 by Maggie McNeill
Writing is a calling, and life can be such a painful interference with that calling. I know this from current experience, and I haven’t had one tenth the difficulties you’ve had in the last year. Maggie all I can say is persevere, and I look forward to your next book, because I so enjoyed the first. Good luck and all of my love and affection,
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