…AND AGAIN!

Due to some psycho Karen who fails to see the irony in using an increasingly absurd series of conjectures to connect a publisher who has nothing to do with this writing and then harassing random folks, I have decided to keep this story for the final publication. You see, this cuckoo pants was calling employers for people like three degrees-of-Bacon away from OUR EDITOR. Stalker much?! All because…wait for it…the name of one of the antagonists of our stories had a similar name. Holy hell, the Karens are worse than I thought. She sounds dangerous, wouldn’t you agree?

North Ash Street Strikes Again, The Ugliest Rose, and “How Does That Medicine Taste, Your Own Flavored?”: A three-part tale, coming in print in 2026!

Or…will little miss decided-to-insert-herself-into-the-narrative call these people to apologize for her false accusations and malicious intent? (Spoiler: Karens never do)

NOTE: IT IS A FEDERAL CRIME TO OPEN MAIL THAT IS NOT ADDRESSED TO YOU BY NAME OR WHERE YOU ARE NOT THE INTENDED RECIPIENT.