Well, better late than never, I thought that I should announce that my latest book, Wizard: Deceased is out in Kindle and paperback. You can see it here: On Amazon.
I've also made a new cover for Swallowgate, and one I'm finally proud of. I've made the cover for all of my books, using Creative Commons images and free fonts. Although I'm neither an artist nor a graphic designer, I enjoy both. Writing is far from my only artistic endeavor: I knit, cook, and paint with oils. I can cross-stitch and sew as well, although I don't particularly enjoy it. I can play oboe and flute well but also a bit of piano, clarinet, and a half a dozen other instruments. I just seem to pick up new artistic endeavors, sometimes for only a small while, sometimes long term.
None, however, can compete with writing.
My first ever book that I remember writing was actually a trilogy. Alas, I have now lost it. I was six years old and did the illustration myself. The title was a thing of both shame and beauty, its scatological references scandalous and avant-garde to my six-year-old self, who suggested the title as a daring joke and then was shocked when my mother approved it. Once she had, wild horses could not have made me change it.
The titles of the trilogy were as follows: The Poop Monster, the Poop Monster Returns, and the Poop Monster's Aunt.
(Even in those days, I wished to avoid cliché, and so made the relative an aunt rather than father or son.)
That was the first trilogy I ever wrote. Currently, I'm writing my second. It will be considerably longer, I won't do any illustrations, and it quite possibly will never once use the word "poop." Despite these many flaws, I hope it might still engage readers as much as the Poop Monster Trilogy once engaged my mother, who helped with the spelling.
