I'm one of those struggling artists you hear so much about. Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration. I do have a hard time waking up in the morning. That should count for something. Plus, the radio in my car is permanently stuck on a gospel station. Everyone knows that's a struggle, right?
My first novel is called The Adventures of Michael MacInnes. I personally think it's pretty good. So do my friends. And my mom. And my neighbor's cat, who liked it so much she tore it into shreds and used it for . . . well, never mind. The point is, she liked it. I think everyone should like it.
I just finished a new novel. It's a comic-fantasy about mashed potatoes, Satan, and crossbows. (Would I lie to you?) My people in New York are poring over it even as you read this.