I was reading your author bio and noticed the part where you have two tattoos--if they're not too personal, can you tell us what they are? I am also curious about the state of the motorcycle. Has it yet been revived?
The motorcycle remains the world’s most expensive paperweight, likely with gasoline that has turned to gelatin in its tank and gummed up its fuel hoses beyond relief. I have missed riding it, though; hopefully I’ll be able to get it repaired soon (or better, sell it and get a new bike — I really want a new bike).
The tats, oy. Left arm, Rick Burchett’s Harley Quinn. Right arm, a tribal band bound with roses, surrounding (I am going to either lose or gain so much geek cred with this…) the runic symbol for the WoD werewolf clan, the Black Furies.
Let the mockery commence.
As far as tats go, those sound pretty rad. Says the woman with a dolphin on her lower right abdomen (oh, 18-year-old Gayle, if you'd only known); a sunflower between her shoulderblades (family in Kansas, yo); "writer" on my right wrist (subtle); the NaNoWriMo running guy on my right inner forearm (got mentioned on the site for that one); Ramona Quimby and Howie Kemp on tin can stilts on my lower left back (because fuck yes Ramona Quimby); and the "The cogs are falling" panel from Watchmen down my right thigh (as a reminder that while some things seem so very important at the time, they do not rule how I later define my life). I like tattoos, is what I'm saying. They're neat.












