My stitches came out yesterday so I’ll use that as an impetus to continue work on Return to Xylanthia (that’s a working title). My injury is on the mend. The new story is shaping up nicely and it picks up where the first book, Xylanthia, ends. It’s the second book in yet another sci-fi trilogy by yours truly with enough creatures, space and time travel and weird cosmology to distract even the most ardent Star Trek fan.
Had they not been able to sew my finger back together, I would have opted for a bionic finger, a la Steve Austin, or maybe a BIC lighter holder.
Or maybe, I could make a fashion statement.