Josh is non-descript in my perception: a mere mirror of his father. He seems so one-dimensional that his only purpose is for incidental dramatic effect. What's so sad is that while this is true to a word

"Exploding helicopters." Haaah! That is one joke that is never going to die. I laugh every single time.

I remember dreading a certain part of the story, because I knew that once it was written, the lyrics would stop. And they did. I grieved.

You definitely got the nuances!

The song lyrics are a third POV. ;-)

I prefer slow-burn as well. It gives time for more complex narratives and world-building. :-)

I was going to add a comment myself, but @suesa, you said everything I was thinking. Yeah, I don't see brighter days ahead if we remain unable to keep people on the platform, and I don't see anyone really

This is Milo's friend Benjamin who he met on the plane. :-) Thank you for sending these pics, Benjamin!

Egads...what a scenario. I'd be just a head and torso by the end of a week, if chopping off parts is a consequence of eating. LOL Hey, I sent you a message on Discord.

Hobo and Tramp--the names sound perfect together!

I did include something of yours in the pre-sale media, but I wouldn't be able to post it on the regular Amazon site as an official review. I'm sure there's a copy of it somewhere. :-)

I can't tell you how happy I am to see you writing again!

I can't wait to read more! I was there for most of this adventure, but will happily re-live every step of this journey.

Exactly, Katrina. The fact that our fairy tale isn't a story of either humans or animals born into privilege is what makes the world worth living in. An example of what I mean is that none of this, absolutely

The hidden truth in those photos is that all three of the dogs pictured were rescues. Two of them, Paige and Tori (the smaller ones,) had kill dates at two different municipal shelters. From facing certain,

Yes. For their sake, let's definitely hope that. ;-)

I remember this night, too. Although I was hundreds of miles away, I stayed up all night waiting for your green dot to reappear on Facebook. I worried myself sick. And the vigil the next day hoping for

Here's mine. :-)

Haaa! Yes. The thought has occurred. And I think there's some truth in that, insomuch that I refuse to live life as a doormat and tend to confront issues head on. However, this problem pre-dated my arrival

Carol, indeed, while I was gathering information for High Kill, my author website was hacked and everything I'd ever published about Southwest Virginia disappeared. I had backup copies, of course, but