I figure all you guys are leading the way. How, you ask? Really soon now, when people have exhausted all the movies and TV shows they can tolerate, here's where you'll point the way out of entertainment despair...

We're all great readers. And do you know why that's so important? Being a great reader means we're all super smart, super loaded with common sense and a strong desire to get through the tunnel with as little risk as possible.

The oddest thing happened when I was writing the 4th Grayson Sherbrooke novella – I actually dreamed I was at Camelot at King Arthur's Court. He was middle-aged, white streaking his dark hair, but still the King of the Britains, Excalibur fastened to his belt.

Hard to get the brain around it. I mean it’s 2020 --- and doesn’t that write itself so easily, flows right out of the fingers. You know what I want? To dance the Charleston, maybe wearing silk stockings and garters – well, no on the last part. I’ve got to watch YouTube for a Charleston refresher. As I mentioned last month, it’ll be great sport to see if there is a turn to the past. Turning now to the present --

Not to be believed. Our teenage decade will shortly turn into the Roaring 20’s. Do you think the clothes designers will zoom back to the 1920’s and skip another revisit to the sixties? Please. Headbands, silk stockings, low-belted dresses. showing, gasp, the knees?

What a wonderful month, not only do we have Thanksgiving around the corner with -- count them -- 3 football games, you’re also happily ordering up and wrapping Christmas presents, one of my own favorite pastimes. Let me help you out here: the ideal small gift for someone you really like is THE LAST SECOND, the trade size of Nicholas/Mike’s last outrageous adventure.

Welcome back to my once-a-month newsletter. First thing, THANK YOU for all your amazingly over-the-top, 4th of July fireworks (or fire-words), about LABYRINTH.

"They're crossing the bridge!" That excited info was from my single copy of THE LAST SECOND who knew the moment my 50 copies from the publisher started their march across the Golden Gate to my house...

Ah, what incredible bliss to wallow in my picturesque (ha!) Fortress of Words.

I finally found Labyrinth in the fork of an old oak tree, unable to hide from me because the cover really likes to show itself off.