It’s been an incredibly busy summer. On July 10th, I finished the initial draft of my new science fiction novel Beneath the Rolling Clouds. I had a blast writing this one, and I’m looking forward to diving into revisions in a few weeks. Beneath the Rolling Clouds ended up at 85,000 words, which is a nice, tight number.

My mood while writing Clouds was a combination of cat-spook frantic, sustained melancholy, and euphoria. Yes, odd. But it’s a strange, strange book. Not psychedelic carnival strange, but suburb strange. That slow, energy-sapping-over-a-lifetime strange. The kind you realize was there all along, but needed old eyes to see.

Other writing news is brewing, but I can’t reveal too much right now. Hopefully soon.