ink on paper, 1938.
Probably what I look like this morning as I settle my wee behind in this derelict office chair. I've been massaging my chin to remove the imprint of vbn on it after the news about Dark and Disorderly being picked as one of the five first from Carina Press to go audio .
This morning I received a charming email from a narrator at Audible.com requesting my assistance in the event he runs into difficulties with Gaelic expressions used in D&D.
One acquires the impression from various blogs over the years that once an author signs a contract and negotiates a copy edit, they are relegated to file-and-forget.
I have not found that to be the case.
I am technologically inept. It is an irony. Since a web page with all those neat links for samples and free stuff that authors have will not be available until early summer, and I would like to give you a taste of the final product, I thought I might post portions of the first chapter here on the blog.
I was standing there naked when a dead man sauntered into my bathroom.
That was the first frightening thing. I knew he was dead. I'd seen him buried beneath the cold clay of the old cemetery. His gravestone was due to be delivered within the week.
He sauntered. He didn't shamble.
That was the second frightening thing, because I always thought such creatures did. Stumble and stagger, that is.
I emitted an "Eeep"--like a paralized parakeet--and skittered backward until the shelves holding soaps and pretty bottles bit into my bare behind.
"Nathan!" I gasped. I shouldn't have. His name stopped the slow, blind swing of the sleek blond head and gave the viscous brown eyes focus. On me.
He curled back his sulky lips and leered.
That was the third frightening thing.