Working. Drinking. Sleeping. Living... and if there's time, writing.
Don't know what else to say. I'm just another pink bag of crap, alone on this rock with billions more.
Next book will be: Sol (Arturs and The Sun Dragon), and will be finished either soon or never, depending on time commitments and whether my head explodes from staring at a screen for too long.
A new home. A new school. A new best mate. Things are going pretty well for Luke Keane.
But as teenage kicks veer into the hedonistic world of alcohol, drugs and partying things begin to spiral out of control.
So how far is too far? And can you ever really know until it's too late?