I honestly have no idea what happens next. Probably something bad. There’s historical precedent for that.
It’s been a crazy few weeks. My day job has taken off at a rate of knots and most of my creative energy is expended there. Yesterday I wrote a song about manscaping.
It was high art.
I don’t have an awful lot of other news except to say that I read a novella that hit my combined loves of Lovecraftian horror and absurd comedy: Hammers on Bone by Cassandra Khaw is all I hoped it would be and more. The hero is an eldritch abomination riding the body of an old timey PI as they attempt to navigate the modern world. Khaw combines some really well executed eldritch horror with a far more real, painful kind of horror, but also lightens the story with some excellent wry humor. There’s a lot to be gleaned from the tale if you’re a Lovecraft buff, but even if you’re not it’s an easy story to get into.
I loved it, the only thing I didn’t like was that I can’t read the next in the series right now.
Five stars that are right out of five.
Until next time may your enemies always smell faintly of feet.