I’m approaching 40 years of age now, and blissfully grateful that I don’t have to care about anything anymore.  You youngsters are so pathetic, always trying to make an impression on people . . . now that I’m old and slow I know I shall take the time to finish all my novels before I die, simply because I don’t have the energy or emotional commitment to think up any more projects.

The Argonauta

A Paper Nautlius

Holy Man

The Dharmacists

The Survivors 

Spanish Castle Magic

The Road To Nowhere (metaphysical rock ‘n roll sci-fi horror spyporn)

Cold Fusion

Freedom

The Golden Sphear

Crop Circle

The Vogue Cycle

 . . . From the High Hills Around His Head

There, that’s the basic list which I am putting on my blog because every time I write it down I forget the piece of paper somewhere.  This is my OEUVRE, baby.  Deal with it.  It’s amazing how many damn huge-ass projects I have come up with in my lifetime, but just as with the Church of Art, Inc.  I am doomed to struggle for years to get anything done.  Nevertheless, if I but live I WILL get these things done.

also including a book of lyrics, poems, and short stories, including “Pizza the Hard Way” and “Love Like Blood”.