I just got my forthcoming novel back from the editor! I have some work to do over the next couple of weeks getting it just right, but I am pleased and excited! Can't wait to inflict this on the world!
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Loose Thoughts on the Next Novel
Market research has determined that Jeff is the most widely trusted name in business. Thus, each employee, upon achieving upper management status at TacoRiffic, is given a new name. My name is Jeff Casaba Melon. I work in product development. You might not think that there is much need for product development at TacoRiffic, but … Continue reading Loose Thoughts on the Next Novel
An update on The Two-Headed Lady at the End of the World
The Two-Headed Lady at the End of the World is now officially on my editor's desk. I can't wait to inflict it on you all later this year. This novel has something for everyone: romance, intrigue, sex, espionage, antiques, acid washed jeans, hot rods, Yugos, conjoined twins, gay lovers living under the oppressive yoke of … Continue reading An update on The Two-Headed Lady at the End of the World
I am a shepherd by trade
I wrote my first book as an attempt to make money. It was nothing more than a cash grab. The people were hungry and wanted to know about the sexual misadventures of librarians. Also their hygiene practices. So I gave them what they wanted, and I’ll tell you, it was not without its rewards. I … Continue reading I am a shepherd by trade
“You’re mad at me for getting a girlfriend,” he said, referring to Emma Gurney, the attractive but not-hot eleventh grader who was not as smart as my brother, but who liked him, and thus began taking him away from me on the weekends.
A random memory of Apollo crosses my mind, and I sigh with regret. Wasserman looks up from his book, and I quiet down. I was sitting at the kitchen table in my parents’ house when I became aware of Apollo’s presence behind me. “What’s up,” I asked, not looking up from my book. He began … Continue reading “You’re mad at me for getting a girlfriend,” he said, referring to Emma Gurney, the attractive but not-hot eleventh grader who was not as smart as my brother, but who liked him, and thus began taking him away from me on the weekends.