I have bad news for everyone who wishes I’d stop inflicting my thoughts on the world.
I likely will never stop writing unless I’m dead. And, as the late, great Lemmy Kilmister said about music, we’ll have to see what happens after that. “That” being death of course.
I’ve been writing stories since I was five years old. Almost fifty-five years beyond that, I’m still writing. As long as I’m alive and physically able to do so, I will probably always get my literary groove on in some capacity. Whether that writing takes the form of dystopian doom diaries, eye-popping erotica, lurid Lovecraftian fantasy, madcap microfiction, maudlin memoirs, pissed-off poetry, or some sanity-scarring combination of all the above, I’ll be doing the dirty deed till the day I pass away.
By dirty deed, I mean writing, of course. Get your mind out of the gutter!
My writing is done dirt cheap, by the way. In fact, you can always grab my e-books free on Amazon.
Why not pop on over to the official Naughty Netherworld Press website to check out some samples?
Don’t say I never gave you nothin’!