It was late.
I sat in my office, the magic bookshelf behind me, the tiny characters who inhabited it fast asleep.
NN1 was on my TV, various commentators weighing in on all the consequences that General Morganstern was in for.
On my computer, I typed the following words:
Johnny Gunhands: A Farewell to Hands
VGRF came in.
“You foiled a corrupt general’s plot, saved us all from being blown up, and destroyed the zombie menace,” she said. “Don’t you think you’ve earned some sleep?”
“I can’t,” I replied. “I’m too wired. Besides, you know with the Mighty Potentate up my ass the world will never be safe from alien invasion until I finish this book.”
I opened up iTunes and turned on my favorite show, The Self Publishing Podcast.
Notorious indie authors Johnny B. Truant, Sean Platt, and David W. Wright were discussing the latest news in the world of do it yourself publishing.
“I hate you all,” grumbled Dave.
VGRF picked up the space phone and handed it to me.
“What?” I asked.
“Go on,” she said.
“Oh please. The world has already given me too many miracles tonight. I doubt an interview with one of these illustrious scribes is in the cards.”
“The worst that can happen is they say no,” VGRF said.
I let out a loud, obnoxious sigh.
“Fine. Here goes nothing.”
I looked up the number for Sterling and Stone, the SPP trio’s publishing company.
I dialed it. The phone rang.
“Hello? Yes. Bookshelf Q. Battler here. I’m doing a zombie author interview series and I’d like to talk to Dave about Z2134….uh huh….uh huh….uh huh…Dave’s at Target? Uh huh….sure I can hold…”