Tonight my wife had to go to our grandaughter's Christmas program. I would have gone too, but it started while I was at work. Then there is that whole commute thing I have to do twice per day.
When I got home the new Christmas tree was still standing. I don't know what the other one's problem was, maybe it needed Viagra. Anyway, I wound up alone for about two hours.
I tore into my new novel. I really ought to be working on editing the other one, and finding a cover artist. I'm just into this project right now.
It isn't even a chapter yet, but I like the way it's shaping up. There is a decent amount of stress and tension, and readers won't know if it's insanity or something else… Yet.
Right now I'm just calling it the yak guy project. The title will come to me later. It's about a guy and a yak, at least in the early chapters. You heard me, one of these:
I don't even know what genre it's going to find its way into, but it's speculative like everything else I write.
For tonight, happy Christmas tree = happy wife. Happy yak = happy Craig. Wish me luck.
Does anyone know a good photo manipulation artist who might like to make the cover for The Playground? I know how to give direction then get out of the way.