Way back when I started writing the first book in any serious way, I decided that I wanted to split the whole epic thing into two trilogies. Right now, I’m concentrating on what would be counted as the second trilogy, and the second book of that. There is a lot of shit that has gone on in my life. A LOT. I’m not going to deal with it in this post, because that’s not what I’m writing about today. I’m writing about books. I have been working my butt off, and getting stuck on the strangest things (a title on a WIP as a block? Who’d have thunk it). But…
This post is part of the Renaissance holiday blog roll! Find out what it’s all about here! This story is one of the favourites in the pile of holiday fiction that I’ve written about my boys (Also known as the Muses/the Bastards). I hope that it brings some warmth and laughter into your life as it did to my friends when I wrote it.
From me to you, Merry Christmas!
Because I’ve found a massive backlog of fiction I once wrote. This one chronicles the end of Jonathan’s doomed-from-the-start marriage in the mid-to-late nineties.
Los Angeles California – March 1980