Wow, what a year this month has been.

As an ardent stickler for quality, I’m putting off the release of Feast by another week. It deserves another coat of polish, and you don’t deserve to read something unpolished.

I thought about that line that every artist has to draw for themselves: where do you stop? Do you redraft and tweak and spackle and perfect until it’s flawless? No, because it never will be. Do you ship it as soon as X-number of drafts are done? No, because that’s not good enough. I’ve drawn the line at where I could put it out for people to read and I don’t feel the need to stand over their shoulders and point out Bits That Need Fixing.

Before even starting this second draft, I knew there was a full-sized novel in this. I will probably end up at 20-or-so-thousand words for the short story, but I know there’s a story four times as long as that, with much more to say and explore in that location, in that situation, and between those characters. I might do that one day, but in the meantime, this is what it has to say. A 90 minute read for those with a long train commute, or in need of something to read after dinner but before bed.

It’ll be on here, 100% free, once my talented editor has helped me put a spit-shine on it.

Have a good week. Eyes up.