And so it begins. Again.
I’ve started writing a new novel, The Apocalypse Corpse. I’ve written about 50 pages since the beginning of the new year, which is lightning speed for me. (The last book took years. And years.) But I plotted this one out ahead of time, rather than during the writing, so hopefully that’ll make a difference.
I’ll let you know what it’s about when I have more written. Don’t want to jinx myself by talking about it too much now. But I will reveal that my research this week took me back to the Kennedy assassination and up to the Fallen Astronaut on the moon. In case you think it’s a historical novel, though — by me? Please! — it also visits the Gulf War, waves in a friendly manner at the subprime crisis and gets drunk with Baudrillard. Hey, I’d want to read it!
More to come in the next few months.