Raising The Dead

This week marked the start of something cool.

See – if you’re anything like me, you’ll have been working for The Man for your whole life.  In my case, it’s the G-man; nice government job, pays well, but I’m pretty sure it killed my inner child years ago.

I liked my inner child.  Heck of a kid.  I could easily stand up a new inner child, try and fit it into the mould of things around me – but really.

Necromancy is far more fun.

So, I’ve taken 3 months off work.  Starting this week.  No more fancy meetings with other G-men, in tight meeting rooms full of people carrying around their own dead inner children.  For three months, I’ll be writing.

A book, as it happens.  My inner child really liked writing.

If all goes according to plan, the end of this three month slot will leave me with a manuscript.  Let’s not call the A-list publishers just yet!  I’d like to get it done first.  I’ve never written a book before, and I don’t really know where to start.

But like I said – it’s cool!