I’ve been nose to the grindstone, buried in VIKINGS vs. SAMURAI and Dead Channel. Boris, poor guy, got left in the dust. But today, inspiration hit me square between the eyes, and Boris grabbed me, clenched his fists ‘round my throat, refusing to let go until I’d hammered out three pages. Damn glad I did. Each page, a cliffhanger, just as I aimed.

Now, I’m at a perfect stopping point to shift gears to Mei Lin. But that’s a story for another time.

Middle-aged man hunched over his tablet.