Hey! Just a quick note to let you know I will not be updating today. I had a job interview this morning where I had to put together a mock lesson. I spent most of the last three days agonizing over it and after it was over today, I just kind of don’t want to look at my computer anymore, lol. I’m also just still kind of riding the anxiety because I really want the job and it’s kind of hard to focus. I’m taking today off and staying mostly offline. I’ll post two updates some day this week to make up for it!
Monthly Archives: June 2020
June 20, 2020
Written in 25 minutes. No time for typos.
Elizabeth stared at her estranged husband for a long moment, then shook her head. “No-no, that’s not—”
She swallowed hard, looked at Justus who was blinking at Jason — but didn’t look shocked. “I thought you said—”
“I didn’t know,” Justus murmured, watching his cousin’s ashen, ashamed face carefully. “But I can also say I’m not surprised.”
“You—” Elizabeth couldn’t quite gather her thoughts. It felt like her brain had just sputtered to a stop. “You—Carly?”
Jason exhaled slowly, looked away. “After—when we were in the hospital, she came to see me. She was surprised you—” He met her eyes. “She was surprised you’d made it. She thought you were dead.”
“Because I should have been.” Her eyes burned. “You knew—all this time—”
“I didn’t have any proof. I didn’t—” Jason’s voice faltered. “I couldn’t prove it. And Sonny would never listen to me. And I didn’t want to believe it. I thought I was just—I thought I was imagining it. I told myself Carly had a reason to be surprised — no one survives car bombs.”
“I only did because you—because you stopped me before I got in the car—” Tears slid down her cheeks, and Elizabeth turned away from him.
They’d never talked about that day—she’d never asked, and he’d never brought it up. She simply couldn’t.
“I heard the click,” Jason murmured. “When Cody started to turn on the engine. I was close enough—”
He looked at Justus. “I didn’t know before. I don’t even—I was so sure—”
“What made you decide it was Carly?” Justus asked. “You’re right—she might have—she might have just been surprised anyone survived. I was, too. That bomb—” He looked at Elizabeth. “You almost died. Jason nearly died. Cody did.”
She couldn’t correct him, couldn’t tell him that of course she’d died. That she might as well as have. She’d gone into labor, and her beautiful baby—
She’d been killed by shock wave of the explosion, too fragile to survive it. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around her abdomen. “How did you know—” She stopped. “Did Steven know? Could he have—”
Oh, God, had her beloved brother realized he’d been working for the woman who’d done this to his sister? Had—
Had Steven done something to give Elizabeth justice?
“I knew for sure the day I—” Jason shook his head. “I knew for sure six months ago.”
The day before he left.
She strode forward, stalking towards the man who had hidden this from her, grabbed his shirt and tried to shake him. “How did you know? And why did you leave me alone with her?”
“Tommy Graviano,” Jason said. He looked at Justus. “He came to me—he’d been blaming himself for months—and he wanted to get it off his chest—he told me that Sonny had—Sonny had asked him to put together a device for Moreno’s car.”
“But—”
“And Carly picked it up. The day before the bomb.”
“Tommy didn’t think anything of the boss’s wife picking up a bomb?” Justus bit out. “Why the hell—” He exhaled. “Well, that explains a lot.”
“That doesn’t mean they didn’t plan it together,” Elizabeth said. She released Jason and stepped back. “Otherwise how did Carly know Sonny’d ordered it?”
“I don’t know. I don’t—”
“You were supposed to be in the car, too,” Justus offered. Elizabeth turned around as she and Jason looked at him. “You were both going to the hospital, remember? Whichever one of them did it—it was both of you—”
“And you left me alone in this penthouse with them across the hall after they murdered our daughter—” Elizabeth pressed her hands to her face, looking at him, feeling so betrayed— “How—”
“I thought maybe I was the target,” Jason said. “And if I wasn’t here—if I—I thought if I left, they’d come after me. And I didn’t think—” He looked at her with anguish. “It was my fault. They came after you because of me—”
“You should have told me,” Elizabeth snarled. She stalked away from him, dragging her hands through her hair. “You should have—”
“I wasn’t—I wasn’t thinking.”
“Did anyone come after you?” Justus asked blandly. “Did it work?”
When Jason didn’t answer, Elizabeth looked back at him, her heart pounding. “Did someone come after you, Jason?”
“A few months ago. Someone caught up to me in Cairo,” Jason admitted. “I tried to stay on the move, but they—” He grimaced. “I was in the hospital for a few weeks. But you were safe.”
“Safe.” She hated that fucking word. “Oh, well, I’m glad I was safe, living across the hall from the people who murdered my daughter while my husband abandoned me so he could nearly die halfway across the world—”
Elizabeth took a deep breath. “I can’t—I can’t—” She curled her hands into fists. “It can’t be a coincidence that my brother is missing in action while Carly is dead and Sonny is inaccessible. Someone found out the truth.”
“If it was your brother, then maybe—” Justus offered her a faint smile. “Maybe he’s hiding out—”
“Or maybe Sonny found out what Carly did, and killed her. Maybe Steven saw him do it.” Elizabeth shook her head, looked over at the desk and her daughter’s memory box. “I don’t know anymore. I thought I knew what happened. I thought I knew why—but—”
“I didn’t handle this right,” Jason said from across the room. “I’m sorry—”
“Sorry isn’t going to make any of this right.”
“I know.”
Elizabeth opened the box and drew out the photograph of their daughter again. She reached for a frame on the desk that held a photo of Jason and his sister when Emily had graduated medical school. She replaced it with the one of Lily and shoved it on the desk.
“She deserves better from both of us,” Elizabeth said looking back at Jason who’d come closer to look at the photo. “I want justice for her. Carly’s already dead. If Sonny was involved in any way, if he covered it up or did something to my brother, I’m going to destroy him.”
She lifted her chin and looked at Jason. “Are you going to help? Or are you going to run away again?”
“Running didn’t solve anything,” Jason admitted. “I should have stayed. I should have fought—” He hesitated. “I didn’t have proof. I still don’t.”
“What about that guy—Tommy?” Elizabeth looked at him, then looked at Justus. “What happened to Tommy? Where is he?”
“He was pulled out of the river the night I left town,” Jason admitted. “He’d been grabbed after he met me, so I knew someone was watching me.” He looked at Justus. “His neck had been broken.”
“Just like Carly’s,” Justus offered grimly.
Your Update Link – Whatever It Takes, Part 4
Short and sweet today. I’m running around for errands today.
June 19, 2020
Your Update Link – CG Desperate Measures, Part 4
Sorry about the confusion yesterday — I made a timeline error in An Everlasting Love. Jason left town in 1868, and the story starts around 1875, which means it’s seven years after he left. Liz wrote him for two years, then married Cameron Lewis in 1870. Whatever made her stop writing happened five years ago. Cameron is not Jason’s son. I’m stating that now just because I don’t want it to distract you guys, lol.
The Flash Fiction is going to be a bit messy because I’m not going back rereading — so sometimes it might contradict itself. I try hard not to do that, but the whole point of this is to give me a first draft I can revise and clean up to post on the site as something more polished. Your feedback has been great so far, so thanks for letting me know where you’re confused or what you’re thinking might happen. I hope you’re enjoying the daily updates. Let me know if it’s too much and if I should scale back. (We’ll definitely be scaling back in August/September when I go back to work, just not sure how much at that point.)
Mad World continues to go really well — I broke the 35k mark this week and finished Chapter 6 yesterday. This means we’re firmly out of the Discovery phase, and the draft I’m writing is definitely going to be finished. I’m about 21% of the way to my 175k first draft goal. I’m hoping to pick up the pace and write more every day. I started small by trying to write 3 25 minute sprints each day and hit between 3-4k words. I managed that all week. Next, the goal is to add another 25 minute sprint and additional 1,000-1500k every day which means I can move into a chapter a day territory. Once I can get myself writing a chapter a day, the story really starts to move along.
Written in 20 minutes. No time for reread or typos.
Jason was relieved when Jake and Aiden agreed to drive back to Port Charles with Max in the SUV while he took Cameron in Elizabeth’s car. He wanted some time with Elizabeth’s oldest son away from the younger boys.
If Elizabeth wouldn’t tell him what had happened that night, Jason was going to get the bottom of no matter what. He had a terrible feeling that they had begun to repeat the same mistakes Jason and Sonny had made nearly ten years ago with Michael.
He hugged Jake one more time before closing the door. “I’ll see you guys at my place,” he told Jake through the window.
“You’ll make sure Mom and Cam are okay?” Jake asked. He swiped at his nose. “I don’t know what happened, but they got in a fight with someone, and my phone broke—”
“They will be okay,” Jason told him. “Take care of your brother. Thanks again, Max.”
“Anytime. Come on guys,” Max said, as he put the car into gear and pulled out of the parking lot. Jason turned back to the other car and the sullen teenager sitting in the passenger seat.
Jason got into the driver’s side and started the car, but didn’t put it into reverse. He looked over at Cameron’s hands. The knuckles were bruised and scratched. He could see a black eye blooming on the teen’s face.
“Do you remember Claudia Zacchara?” Jason asked.
Cameron blinked at him, turning his head. He wrinkled his face in confusion. “What? Uh. Yeah. Yeah. She—” He scrubbed his hands over her face. “Yeah. I remember her. She kidnapped Carly. And Michael—”
His voice faltered. “Michael killed her to protect Carly.”
“Yeah,” Jason said. “And it was self-defense, but I made the mistake of thinking I could protect Michael from all of it. We covered it up. Sonny and I tried to make it go away. And it made Michael look more guilty.”
“He went to prison.” Cameron looked at him “So did you. I remember Mom crying about it.”
Jason exhaled slowly. He’d made Elizabeth cry a few times over the years. “Whatever happened—”
“I killed him,” Cameron said flatly. “Is it normal not to care? Because I don’t. I’m glad. I’d do it again.” His eyes were fierce now, flashing with that same light he recognized from his mother—and maybe some of the recklessness of his father. “You should have done it a long time ago.”
“Yeah. I thought I had,” Jason muttered. He finally put the car into park and pulled out of the spot. “How did it start?” he asked.
Cameron was quiet for a long time—Jason wasn’t sure he’d say anything, but once they’d pulled onto the highway and were headed back towards Port Charles, he finally spoke. “I’m not sure. I wasn’t there when it started. I was—”
He grimaced. “I was sneaking back in. I was out with Joss. And Oscar and Trina.” He stared at his hands. “That feels like a thousand years ago,” Cameron murmured.
“Has Franco been coming around a lot since your mother moved?”
“I don’t know that either,” Cameron admitted. “Mom—you know, she takes forever sometimes to see how terrible people are, but usually once she makes up her mind, she cuts them off. You know, like Lucky. And Nikolas.” He waited. “After she found out Franco was lying about who you were—how long he’d known—he moved out. And I didn’t really see him around.”
“Okay. Then why was he there last night?” Jason asked. On the left side of the car, the sun started to peek out over the horizon.
“I don’t know,” Cameron repeated. “I was just—I was trying not to make any news, and I went past my mother’s room—” He swallowed. “And I heard—I heard a weird muffled something—then I knew—I heard crying—so I went to the door and started to push it open—”
Jason’s knuckles clenched on the steering wheel. “What happened then?”
“Mom was on the bed and she—her mouth was gagged—Franco slapped her and was on top of her trying—” Cameron swallowed hard. “She was struggling, trying to get him off her—”
Jason pressed the pedal down harder and the car lurched forward. “Did he—”
“No, I don’t think so. She, ah—” The teenager’s voice roughened. “She was still dressed. “But I don’t know. I just—I saw red. I reacted. I shoved him off her, shoved him into the wall and started punching him. And he was—we were just fighting, and I guess Mom tried to stop him from—”
Cameron touched his throat. “His hands—” He exhaled slowly. “Mom—she’s tiny. I mean she’s strong and all, you know, but it doesn’t mean—he just picked her up like a doll and threw her into the wall. She didn’t get up right away, so I went after him again. I grabbed something—I don’t know—a baseball bat, I think. Mom always keeps it upstairs.”
He exhaled slowly. “I hit him and he fell back. He hit his head on the corner of the dresser and laid there. Mom got up and took the bat from me, then she—she was scared he wasn’t dead. So she told me to get my brothers out of there.
“He’d tied them up in their rooms,” Cameron continued. “Aiden untied himself first, I think, and called 911. It must have been Aiden, because Jake would have called you sooner.”
“You just—you hit him with the bat once?” Jason repeated, frowning.
“Yeah, and then he hit his head. But it was my fault—”
“That’s not how he died.”
Cameron stared at him. “But—”
Jason stared at the road ahead of him. “He was stabbed repeatedly with a butcher knife in the kitchen. They found him in the kitchen. Not the bedroom.”
June 18, 2020
Your Update Link: An Everlasting Love – Part 4
Lots of little things happening! Flash Fiction is up and moving along. We’re starting Round 2 of updates for week — meaning all the series had an update, so we’re starting over again. I post the Flash Fiction usually between 10 and 11 AM every day but Sunday, and will continue to do until sometime in August. I’ll reevaluate the schedule at the point once I know what my school year looks like. I don’t yet have a full time teaching position next year, so I have a lot of irons in the fire.
I also finished the Mad World ebook collection by releasing a trilogy version. Right now it only has Book 1 and 2, but will be updated in the fall with Book 3. I also slightly reorganized the sub-site and the trilogy section. I hope you enjoy!
The writing for Book 3 is going well. I’m meeting my daily targets, having a great time stitching together the first draft. I’ve got a progress bar you can see on the right — those weird dips that repeat are my Sundays I take off. I might write on Sundays, but I’ve created an option for taking the full day off if I want.
In other news, I launched a new sub section for the site — you can see it up in the menu. It’s a bits and bobs GH section where I’m posting graphics, writing resources, and just random things I’ve collected over the last twenty years. It also has the beginnings of a Sims 4 Custom Career based on Daytime soaps, so give it a look and some feedback.
Don’t forget to vote in the poll for which story gets the makeover treatment next! Right now, Bittersweet is winning.
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Several days after her encounter with Jason out at the ranch, Elizabeth ventured back into Diamond Springs to pick up her mail and complete a few other errands. She drew up her cart in front of the Western Union and turned to her son with a smile. “Would you like to get some peppermints from the general store when we finish here?”
“Yes, Mama,” Cameron said, with a teethy grin. “I like peppermints.”
“Let me help you there, Mrs. Lewis,” Lucas Jones said, striding forward with a quick grin. He held her hand as Elizabeth navigated her skirts of the wheel and settled herself on the ground.
“Thank you, Lucas,” Elizabeth said, tying the horse to the hitching post while Lucas hauled Cameron out of the cart. “How are you? How is the family?”
“You know my mother,” Lucas said with a roll of his eyes. “Looking for gossip and drama.” Barbara Jones, his mother and owner of the local general store, had a reputation for enjoying the peccadillos of Diamond Springs residents—
Which was why Elizabeth never lingered.
“I’m sure. Well, thank you again,” she said, reaching for Cameron’s hand. “Have a nice day.”
She left the blinding sunshine behind, walking through the doorway of the telegraph office. Felicia Jones was busy behind the counter, looking through some paperwork when. When the blonde looked up—her face drained of her color.
“Mrs. Lewis. I wasn’t….I didn’t—” She swallowed hard. “I was wondering when you might come in.”
Elizabeth frowned, walking up to the counter. “Don’t wander too far,” she murmured to her son as she released his hand. “And be careful.”
“Yes, Mama.”
“Is everything all right, Mrs. Jones? I’m here to for my mail. I’m expecting—” She tilted her head to the side as Felicia sucked in a deep breath.
“You just want your mail.”
“Yes. What else?”
“I would have thought—” Felicia began to wave a fan back and forth, the tendrils of her blonde hair stirring with the light breeze. “I thought the sheriff—but if he didn’t tell you—”
At the mention of Jason’s name, Elizabeth’s chest seized. “What about the sheriff?”
Oh, God. Had Jason come here searching for the truth about their missing letters? Elizabeth hadn’t let herself think about where exactly her mail had gone missing—but of course—she’d given her letters directly to Felicia Jones twice a week.
“Mrs. Jones,” Elizabeth said sweetly. “If you would please, explain to me exactly what did Jason Morgan have to say to you? And how did you respond?”
Felicia swallowed hard. “Well…”
——————
Jason shook his head as he walked away from the holding cell and hung up the keys. “You’re not gettin’ out of there, Coleman, until I’m satisfied you’re stone cold sober,” he called to the slurring and angry man behind him. “And until you swear on the Bible you won’t be visitng Mrs. McCall’s or any of her girls.”
“Aww, come on…” Coleman rolled over the cot, his bleary eyes red and bloodshot. “It was just a tickle—”
“I guess you’ll be in there for a long time,” Jason muttered as he closed the door to the back room and went back out front where his deputy—and cousin—Dillon Quartermaine was lounging with the newest book from the circulating library.
He shook his head and knocked Dillon’s legs off his desk. “No wonder they needed someone to come in and take over for the last sheriff. Go in the back and sit with Coleman if you’re gonna read.”
Dillon muttered but got to his feet. “I was just getting to the good part,” he complained, but he obeyed.
No sooner had Dillon disappeared back to the holding cells than the front door was shoved open and a very angry woman strode in, a small boy attached to her side.
Jason blinked. “Elizabeth, I didn’t—”
“Where are they?” Elizabeth demanded as she came into the light. Her eyes were sparking with fury, and some of her brown hair had come loose from its topknot. “You had no right—”
“I—”
“Mama, is he the law?” the little boy asked, ducking behind his mother’s dark blue skirts. He peeked out, the sunny blonde hair a stark contrast against the fabric.
Elizabeth took a deep breath, seemed to gather herself. “Yes, Cameron, apparently, he is.” She lifted her chin. “This is my son, Cameron Lewis.”
“I’m named after my papa,” Cameron said, feeling a bit better obviously with his mother’s tone having shifted. “He smelled like butterscotch.”
Jason didn’t know what to do with Elizabeth’s presence so he concentrated on the boy. He crouched down and offered what he hoped was a friendly smile. “I knew your father. Dr. Lewis was a nice man.”
“He went to heaven,” Cameron said with a sigh. “Mama said he was gonna take care of me there.”
“I’m sure he loved you very much.” Jason’s throat tightened at the sight of the little boy with the blonde hair and blue eyes. He could have been Jason’s son from the coloring, but he knew he’d just likely inherited the streak of blonde from Elizabeth’s sister, Sarah, who’d died when they were children.
He got to his feet and focused on the mother again. “Elizabeth—”
“I just spoke to Mrs. Jones at the telegraph office,” she said tightly. “Imagine my surprise when she seemed terrified to see me, sure I was going to make a scene about some letters she’d hidden from me. Or letters she’d never mailed.” Her lips trembled slightly. “Where are they?”
“I didn’t—”
“I don’t care if they were addressed to you, that doesn’t make them yours now!” Elizabeth retorted. “I want them back. They’re not for you. Not anymore.”
“I understand—” His chest ached, and he wondered again at what she’d written that she was so desperate to get back. “I’d like to give them back, but—”
“But what?” Elizabeth cut in, her voice like ice.
“They’re not here. They’re in my rooms at the boarding house.” Jason exhaled slowly. “I’ll bring them to you. After I’m finished here for the day. I have them—”
“Did you read them?” Her breath was shaky now. “How many? Which ones?”
“None of them,” Jason told her gently. “You’re right. They were written to a boy who didn’t deserve them. They’re not mine. I’ll bring them out to the ranch.”
She closed her eyes, swallowed hard. “I just—I just want them back. I never—” Elizabeth looked at him again, then nodded. “All right. I’ll be expecting you before dark. Good day.”
He watched her sweep out with her son in tow, wondering what the hell was going on and why whatever had happened five years ago was still haunting her now.
June 17, 2020
Your Update Link: CG Flash Fiction – Whatever It Takes, Part 3
I also finished the ebook for Mad World, Book 2. As always, it’s in all three major formats and can be found on Book 2’s synopsis page. Tomorrow, I’ll finish up with Mad World’s subsite with the combined Book 1 & 2 ebook.
With Mad World and For the Broken Girl overhauled and relaunched, I’m looking to next week’s project. I’ve created a poll below. Let me know which story you’d like to see get the makeover and ebook treatment.
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Jason scowled at the cell phone in his hand, irritated that he wasn’t getting any answers but not surprised either. You didn’t get to walk out on this business and expect to come back six months later with no issues.
Sonny’s brother still wasn’t letting anyone in to see him, and Jason wasn’t in the mood for a pissing content with Ric Lansing. He just wanted to find out what had happened to Steven Webber, make sure Michael was safe, and then get out.
He glanced over when the door opened again, then his focus simply vanished because it was Justus, as he’d expected, but Elizabeth was behind him, a box clutched in her arms.
Lily’s memory box.
“It’s perfect.” Elizabeth beamed at him as she slid the box out of the white tissue wrapping paper. She turned the porcelain container in her hands, sliding her fingers over the delicately painted enamel. “It matches her room.”
“You said you wanted one of these,” Jason said, brushing his lips against her temple as he rested a hand over Elizabeth’s belly, grinning when the baby kicked fiercely. “For the ultrasound photos and—”
“And for the photos I want to take. One a week for the first year so we can put it into a scrap book.” Elizabeth slid the box open and set the ultrasound from their first visit. “The first time we felt her heartbeat.”
He picked up the second one. “When we found out she’d be a girl.”
“And the last one before we meet her.” Elizabeth set the third and final photo on top of the others. “Just another month until she’s here.”
He stared at the box. It had vanished after Lily’s stillbirth, after they’d buried her in the cemetery next to his grandmother. He’d put Lily’s photograph from the hospital inside—Elizabeth hadn’t been able to look at her, but Jason thought she might want to someday.
So he’d asked Steven to take a picture of their daughter, looking so peaceful, as if she were sleeping.
So still.
“We came back up because there wasn’t anything in Steven’s apartment,” Justus said, his words breaking into Jason’s thoughts. Jason blinked, focused on his cousin.
“No sign he’s been there in the last week?”
“The last newspaper was the day Carly died,” Elizabeth said, her voice so empty, so flat. He’d never heard it that way, not even in the months after…
Jason hesitated. He didn’t know where to start, where to look. Not if he couldn’t see Sonny, find out what was going on. He squinted at Justus. “Can you get me in to see Bernie? Would he talk to me?”
“Yeah.” Justus pressed his lips together as if thinking over his next words carefully. “Look, the thing is—Sonny hasn’t really been running things since you left. That’s been on Ric. Sonny’s been mostly—” He traded a look with Elizabeth he didn’t quite understand. “He’s been MIA. Going back and forth to the island, staying in his room for long periods of time. It’s been bad. Even before Carly.”
Jason nodded. “Yeah, I heard that from Johnny.” He looked at Elizabeth again, looked at the box. “Maybe you should go back to Boston.”
She set the box on the desk by the door and lifted her chin to look at him. “Why? So I’ll be safe?”
“I—” He nodded. “Yeah,” Jason said, his voice rough. “I don’t know what’s going on—”
“There’s nothing left they can take from me,” she replied. “I’m not going anywhere until my brother is found.” She looked at Justus. “Can you find me somewhere to stay? The hotel?”
“If you’re going to stay,” Justus said, gently, “then we should stick together. You should stay with one of us.” He flicked his eyes to Jason. “Here. Or you’re welcome to come with me.”
Elizabeth exhaled slowly and looked at the floor. “With you, Tamika, and…Kimi,” she added, naming Justus’s daughter who had been born the month before Lily’s death.
“Yeah,” he said awkwardly.
“I’ll—”
“I’ll stay here,” Elizabeth said. She met Jason’s eyes. “On one condition.”
“What?” Jason asked.
“Tell me the truth.” She folded her arms. “The bomb in the parking garage—you know who set it.”
His heart seized. “Elizabeth—”
“You knew almost from the moment it happened,” she continued.
“I didn’t—”
“Don’t lie to me.” Elizabeth looked at him, her eyes searing into him. “You never lied to me. Not one. So tell me who killed our daughter, who tried to kill me—”
“It wasn’t—” Jason shook his head. “It wasn’t—you weren’t—” He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I know who it was.”
Justus blinked at him, startled. “You never—”
“What was I supposed to do?” Jason demanded harshly. “I didn’t have any proof. Who would have believed me? Sonny? He wouldn’t—”
“Wait—” Elizabeth held up a hand, then curled into a fist. “Wait. It wasn’t Sonny?”
“Sonny?” Jason frowned. “No. No. Why would he? It was—” He exhaled slowly. “It was Carly.”
June 16, 2020
Your Update Link: CG Flash Fiction – Desperate Measures, Part 3
I decided to go with the option that let me update the series in a row — so Mon-Wed, I’ll update each of the series, and then Thurs-Sat, I’ll update them again. In other news, I released the new, revised version of Mad World, Book 1’s ebook. It’s in all three formats. I hope to have Book 2 tomorrow or Thursday, and then I’ll be releasing a set of both books in one file for easier reading. You can find Book 1 on its synopsis page.
I’m going to be working on reworking the Ebooks and Coming Soon page to reflect the changes in production and new release dates. Stay tuned for
