
It’s that time of year again, Black History Month. Yes, I’m about 26 days late. Let me have this.

It’s that time of year again, Black History Month. Yes, I’m about 26 days late. Let me have this.

I wrote a book. Again. An actual whole other book. Well actually, like last time, it’s a novella–that no man’s land between full-fledged novel and short story. This one’s called The Haunting of Tram Car 015. It debuts in one week, so I thought it might be important that I tell people about it.
That amazing cover is courtesy of artist Stephan Martiniere.
It’s that time of year again, Black History Month. And in this year two-thousand and nineteen of our One True King T’Challa, we heading back to Wakanda to celebrate. Black Passport Twitter you’re not invited, because sometimes you can be obnoxious. Sorry, not sorry.
Okay, okay. You guys can come too. Just try not to be obnoxious.

“What’s today?” cried Scrooge, calling downward to a boy in Sunday clothes.
“Today?” replied the boy. “Why, it’s Book Release Day sir!”