I wonder if the follow-up question is meant to be a (near-)mockery of "writer" as a medical condition . . . ?

Mr. Jones! Mr. Jones! Frankie and Perry just aren't in it. You're my swooner dreamboat lover boy!

What, did they bribe him with some more gold? I can't keep track now.

I once asked my father if he wanted some of Gretzky's Cardboardeaux and he shot back, "Conservative wine? Fuck right off with that."

I am. I think a bot did the like, then it disappeared. One like, but no name. So... bug report!

Specs: 24pp black print on satin finish paper, full colour outer and inner cover printing. Contains the short story "Tsunami" plus a short commentary on the story's origin.

The production edition will go on sale, along with two other chapbooks of my work, in February 2026 when I formally launch October Park Editions. I'm look forward to opening for short story submissions in the near future.

I'm taken back to those early days of Covid-19 lockdown, reading articles about how one might alleviate boredom and routine by sleeping on one of my guest bedrooms.

Good stuff, man.

Take all mah munny. It grows on that there tree!

Sounds legit to me. Let me call my authors Milka Magnesia and Preparayshun Aytch and maybe they'd like to get in on the fun.

Well, maybe she got tired of the red and thought she'd try out being a bottle blonde farm girl for a few volumes.

One of my faves from the "Let's Republish the Classics!" file.

Or some kind of semi-realistic illustration with a scribble font overlay. Or dispense with the realism and just use blobs of colour and use a white crayon font on the cheeky title "Oh F*ck My Life: Why I'm Sooooo Sad Even Though I'm Like Totally Rich!"

That kind of artistic élan is hard to find in the industry these days — small presses have more skin in the game when it comes to playing with covers, but commercial presses tend to stay in the middle lane and focus on what's going to sell, not what's going to grab your eyeballs.