As you gather from the title of the post, I’m back. I’ve been existing in a fugue state for some months now, about a year actually, trying to be someone else and writing that someone else’s novel. It didn’t work out. It was a fantasy novel that has died a slow death and my alter ego whose ego also died with the proposed novel.
I’ve wiped the slate clean and starting again, going back to what I know (check out my 6 novels, hmm). Apologies to those brave readers @ GR and Litsy who offered to proofread that doomed fantasy novel. My heart wasn’t in it. Anyway, I was living in a fugue, so there.
To cut a long story short, I’ll be back quite soon with a new work. It won’t be everybody’s cup of tea, but thankfully there are also a lot of coffee drinkers.
Stay tuned for details.
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Be careful for what you wish for because sometimes it just might come untrue.
Betty Beasley, A.K.A Queen B, is a raving, self-delusional, pipe-smoking, bitch-boss from Hell who suffers from major delusions of grandeur. Queen B is the public toilets supervisor at Dublin Airport. Nobody is more dedicated to the smooth flow of human effluent than Queen B.
Queen B makes the mistake of sacking a cleaner who happens to dabble in black magic, and plays with voodoo dolls at the weekend.
Jokingly, Queen B chucks a fifty cent down her personal state-of-the-art Japanese toilet and makes three wishes:
Wish 1. Meet a man (any man).
Wish 2. Dada wakes up from his two-year coma.
Wish 3. Have one last chat with deceased Mama.
Queen B’s wishes come true but not how she had planned…