It’s the end of month three of Body of Work. And the beginning of all new things.
I’ve got a lot to say, but not a lot of time to say it. This is the story of my afterlife.
I’m off for days into the wild blue yonder to celebrate the start of my 40th year.
Who knew it would leave like this?
The only net I’ll have will be full of stars.
Paper will hold a constellation of words until I return.
Be ready. I’ve stories even the gods will bend their ears to hear.