Hello, brave souls, and welcome to my dark little corner of the world. Okay, maybe not so much dark as well-lived-in and kinda messy. But don’t tell my characters that. I assure them on the reg that my life is just as traumatic and fraught with peril as theirs. It’s the only way they won’t stage a revolt and heave the dreaded writer’s block in front of the door to Evie’s Cocktail Lounge, the cool kids’ hangout inside my brain where I try to shove those noisy buggers whenever I don’t have them playing on the page. Emphasis on the “try.” I know I’m not the only one with perma-chatter running through my noggin at all hours of the day, regardless of my other obligations and would-be-distractions. Like sleep. Yeah, what’s that again?

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