I am writing. This is writing. Do people remember how to write when they grow up? Because "adult life" gives me less time to do so.
Instead of updating the internet society on my status, I've been writing books.
Only Human is picking up speed. It has a shell. A body to live in between the covers. I am excited. That new new.
I am working on another Kindle ebook, too. It is untitled. It is another novella. It is about 40 pages long (so far).
If you're still reading, I hope you have a nice day. I'm going to go outside and write in the sand.