Where’s Beau?

So I’ve been getting a lot of questions lately. Questions like:

“Are you dead?”

“Are you taking a break?”

“Have you FINALLY given up on writing?”

And really the answer to all these inquiries are quite complicated. Of course I’m dead. I haven’t felt a thing since Dock Ellis pitched a no-hitter on LSD in 1970. And I’m not really taking a break either.

I think what’s happening is that my brain has been fundamentally rewired. A lot’s happened over the last two months. For starters, I work 900 hours a week and I’m trying to get HOT (as in sexually attractive). Obviously that takes a lot of time.

Have I given up on writing altogether?

Not exactly. I’ll just say my writing activities have been…redirected towards other outlets (and that material will never see the light of day). It might be a minute before I return to writing fiction.

GOOD NEWS though: I’m mulling over giving the internet what they’ve been clamoring for. That is, of course, showing my penis on OnlyFans.