The part of all this that you need to know is 1) I hope to get back to posting chapters before the month is out; 2) I’m experimenting with a new art style that you may find intriguing; and 3) I need your opinion on something I’m writing. Yes, yours. Yes, writing.
But last month, I got a new library card.
I just moved to a new corner of the planet, you see, and there’s a splendid library ten minutes’ drive from my new home. I mean gorgeous. Books as far as the eye can see, a bookshop and a coffee stall, the comfiest of comfy chairs … I would live there if I could. I’ve lusted after a library card there for years. And now that I live so close by, I have the perfect excuse to get my seventh library card. (That’s cards for seven different library systems, not seven individual cards—I’ve had way more than seven library cards over the years, what with replacing worn-out ones and libraries getting new computer and check-out systems.) So I filled out the forms, picked the design of card I wanted (it’s got owls on it!), and proceeded to wander the shelves, gripping my shiny new library card and drooling like a kid in a newly opened candy store.
So here’s my question, fellas and girls … would you read a post-apocalyptic YA novel called either The Resurrectionist or The Resurrectionist’s Song?
And now, by way of an apology, here’s a little song just for you: