Immortal Type began on June 26th, 2021, and The Ace represents the 13th novel published since then, and the 32nd book I’ve written in 2021.
I have slowed down production as of late, whereas previously there have been days where I have exceed 40 pages of writing. I’ve written through the waning moon. I’ve written through Mercury retrograde. I’ve written through days when I expected to be with my children and it didn’t happen. I’ve written with bronchitis, after losing my sense of taste and smell. While earthquakes were happening. Wrote every page on my own as a single man living in a foreign country with only my children to call my family here. This journey has been an intimate one between me and the Creator, and it has been enough to sustain me, and keep going, and not kill me — no, as much as others may have thought and wished passively for me to die for not being vaccinated, all of this shitty stuff is a reflection of my own thoughts and feelings, and such horrible mirror reflection…