Well, Dearest Readers,

I know you’re all waiting for book two with bated breath, but tonight I looked at my clock and into my brain deciding that now, at four minutes to midnight, is not the right time to compose a novel. If you’re wondering just how far I am at this point, my estimate is somewhere around one sixth of the way done if this book turns out to be the same word count as the last one.

There has been a delightful glitch to all of this work, a birth. Rather, a rebirth. My lovely and adored wife reminded me of a story I began two years ago and tabled in favor of Broken Silences. I reviewed the synopsis that I had composed and realized while the iron of my brain was hot, I must strike.

No worries, book two will not suffer. In fact, as I write, I find I am ever increasing my abilities in the medium. Like all of the art I generate, the more I do, the more I learn. Practice may not make perfect, but it certainly does make better. So, as I create more works and characters, I hope you’ll be patient. It will be worth it.

I promise. As always, I am,

Yours in Art,


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