Apparently.

In the midst of working daily for months on three separate literary projects at once—each of a different type, each “approached” in a different way, yet attended-to simultaneously—a fourth creation reared its impertinent head out of the very ether. Sudden. Unexpected. Unimagined, frankly.

Human subconsciousness is a both a curse and a glorious gift.

In this instance, it is a gift, for me.

There will be a new release before the end of this year.

Illustrated, too.

Ain’t that a kick in the pants?