I plan on daydreaming, stargazing and woolgathering until the cows come home. As I do not possess any cattle, nor have any on order, this should continue for some time.  

The saga of Morris Mulligan, his afterlife road to redemption, was my first attempt at a novel, so there are undoubtedly swathes of clunky prose all over this stuff. I posted it up to get some eyes on it, hopefully get a bit of feedback. Thanks to all for reading, but I fear at this time I am in the throes of another (much better) novel. All my could-be-writing hours go to it, and so I find that I have no mental capacity for Morris Mulligan. My sincerest apologies to any who were invested in the story, along with my promise that one day I will come back and give it the editing it deserves. But not yet... not yet.