I'm not quite sure how most authors treat themselves after completing a book. Am I supposed to treat myself? Perhaps the better thing to do is treat myself, and my creative bones to continuing to write, as in the third book I signed paper on for ECW Press. I'm currently in the phase known as Legible Chicken Scratch. It might end up being a period piece, probably the 1970's at the family cabin. Or a futurescape idea that my lovely bride threw my way. Either way, somethin's coming.

The first draft of Book Two has been completed, and sent to the good people at ECW Press. To be fair to my physical state at the time, I had a little bitty day surgery, (Not Restylane, smart-asses) and I'm still waiting for the Ear Wax Fairy to unplug my left, your right ear. I'm thinking about trying this ear candling thing, which might end up being the premise for my fourth book.

Back to Book Deuce. The working title is 'Mahoney's Camaro', though I'm thinking 'The Girl in the Camaro' has a better ring. Enter Steve Mahoney, a Winnipeg tow truck driver in the summer that was 1985 in Winnipeg. He tows a car out of the Red River one night, a car that he actually needs to fix his broken one, a 1967 Chevy Camaro. At the time, he's not too worried about the dead occupant in the driver's seat, a woman who had handcuffed herself to the steering wheel. Neither are the cops, considering it to be an open-and-shut case of suicide. That's when the weird starts happening. Mahoney quickly discovers that his new-to-him Camaro has a non-factory option, the ghost of the woman behind the wheel. She has no plans on leaving anytime soon, not until she figures out what happened to her, an answer that lies somewhere in the ether of new drugs, creative accounting, and a car dealer that's as dirty as, well, a car dealer. (It also has a bitchin' 80's soundtrack.)

Thus endeth the update.

MJC