Your stomach grumbles amidst the chaos. The faint glow of neon lights creeps over the blackened horizon.
Now I’m cooking with bacon grease…
Happy Friday the 13th, you freaks!
If you hear me use the phrase, “Now I’m cooking with bacon grease,” it does not mean I am cooking with bacon grease. It means that I am making a ton of money. Trust me, I am a savvy marketeer.
A book about childhood trauma, metaphysical ants, Pokémon, and a hotdog with walnuts?? Now that’s cooking with bacon grease…
As I continue to plod onward with the sequel to The Light to Never Be Snuffed, I definitely recommend picking up a copy. It’s fun, zany, very sad, and full of weird 90’s moments. It is written at a 3rd/4th grade level and can be read in a few sittings. Trust me, I literally sat in 3rd and 4th grade. Book pics and reviews are always appreciated.
I wrote 800+ words this week and I’m getting close to an exclusive excerpt to share with you all. To tease, it’s about Jack’s grandparents and a peculiar tree. Do you know which one I’m talking about? Comment, “Be-leaf,” if you do.
I’m off to host a book launch…maybe you’ll see some pictures later. Costumes are optional. Go howl at the moon tonight, alright? You get a pass. Tonight is literally the only night of the year where you’re exempt from criminal mischief! Trust me, I am a reanimated lawyer made of two million ants.