The best and worst thing about Alice was that she was a bitch. She was a straight loner most of the time, more often than not the hottest thing I saw in any given day, and generally the most frustrating woman I’d ever met; but that’s what I loved about her, and that’s what made just about everyone else want to punch her in the face.

Okay, it’s really not going to destroy me. Honestly I can’t do just one thing. I just can’t. Call it ADHD, or in my childhood we called it being “hyper”, but I can’t just do one thing. There are too many stories calling my name in my head, and well, what’s a guy to do? Gotta just tell them all. Fuck it.

At least half of what I write now is considered “serial novel”. I have literally a half dozen in the works, either actively being written and published or being written to be published later or simply just a concept with some of the basics already worked out. I find it to be a fun way to tell a story, and I didn’t realize that serialized novels were such a thing now.