Happy New Year!

Here it is. The first post of the new year. What do I want it to be? A promise of all the plans I’m going to fail to follow through on in the new year? A resolution to do more writing or to get further with Once Upon a Time in Iowa?

Of course, these are things I want to do. I want to always be writing. And Once Upon a Time in Iowa is moving along. It’s just taking me a lot longer to write than Child Eater did.

It’s hard to believe, but 2022 is the 10th anniversary of the release of Child Eater. I’ll be releasing an anniversary edition on the 25th of this month.

But what do you give to the new year? An offering that will please the gods and hopefully bring blessings in the new year. If you’re a storyteller, you tell a story.


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Midnight Kiss

Boom. Pop. Boom. Boom. Pop. Fireworks lit up the midnight sky in magnificent flashes of colors that rained down as they faded away. She wasn’t looking at them. She barely heard them over the pounding of her heart.

At eleven fifty-nine, she had whispered a shocked yes. At midnight, he had wrapped his arms around her and taken her lips with his own just as the fireworks exploded into the sky. She’d thrown her arms around his neck and returned his kiss.

The celebration of the new year had begun. They kissed; oblivious to the crowd that whooped and hollered around them. They stayed lip-locked even as crowds pushed past them.

Proposed! He’d finally proposed! Her heart danced with excitement. She struggled to catch her breath. The fireworks continued to explode. The crowd surged and grew around them. They kissed on.

Engaged! She was ringing in the new year engaged to the most perfect man. The man whom she had spent the last few years building her life with. The man who would be the father of her children.

She held on tighter as he deepened the kiss. She swooned in his arms. People danced around them. Others hugged or kissed. People were shouting and singing terribly off-key.

The fireworks show had ended. Their kiss ended. They stood, arms still wrapped around each other, smiling staring into each other’s eyes.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered.

He kissed her again.


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