Ever so often my books reach deep inside and hook their claws into my soul and refuse to release me. When book hook occurs my universe shrinks into nothingness - I simply disappear.
I apologize for my neglect of all this white space.
As it stands my plans for next weekend involve gun powder and hot lead. Should be fun. Notes will be taken.
I need to dig out a few safe queens and put 'em thru their paces. Come on down and join us...bring ammo.