I was asked this at a party. Great party by the way.
I loved copping but my career ended long before it had too. Writing has presented me with challenges regarding every facet of my new life. I mean writing, publishing, cover designs, blah, blah, blah. It seems to get easier everyday, I suppose like anything else new you set out to do. Hey, I got a question for you all. That's how swamp people down in the Bayou talk. You know what happens when you pick one of these little buggers up oudda the water and they are "peeping" and stuff?