Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked

Ain’t it the truth, mama, ain’t it the truth…. FREAKIN ROCKIN BAD ASS!

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…and money don’t grow on trees. I’ve got bills to pay, and I haven’t been a good a friend to some of you lately. (Yeah, I know that’s not exactly how the lyrics go.)

I’m almost ready to start writing the final section of our Foundry Moth collaborative short story project. If you haven’t voted yet and want to participate, feel free to head over to the latest installment here and get to clickin’. I can’t wait to see how it all shakes out for Tesla, Edgar, and Nielson. Unless the pendulum swings in one direction soon, it’s going to be a monster mashup of choices one and two again. Mwahahaha!!

I’ve been nominated for a few awards by some super amazing people with innovative and interesting blogs of their own. I’ve been meaning to share the love, but we all know where that road of good intentions will lead…

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