There it is.
Five years ago The Nightly-Edition was an angry short story on board the USNS Saturn. It was called something else back then and everyone died at the end because I was royally pissed off at my boss for being a prick. I lost the notebook but kept the story. It tried again and again and again until it came back to life in what is now known as CAROUSEL. Then it mutated again into Old Ipswich Road. Then it mutated again and tried to become Blood on the Quarter. For a year (if you’ve been paying attention) I groused and complained and yes, cried about the story lamenting how it wouldn’t ever see the light of day. I even tried to write other things, losing all hope.
Five years boiled down to one month.
One month. 50,000 words. And I fucking did it.
My unnamed short story tried to become everything it wasn’t. Melanie has gone through so many stories and character arcs and changes, I was afraid she was going to be lost.
But she isn’t.
Her story is awesome.
The Nightly-Edition is something new. I scared myself writing it and I am so very, very proud of it. It needs editing, sure. But it’s damned good for a first draft.
And I can’t wait to share it with you guys.
Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen. The Nightly-Edition is coming.