Hello. Welcome to Sixty Seconds of WIP. I’m Michael Warren Lucas. Today is (11 June 2024). I’m in the last week of my anthology submission binge, working on a new Rats’ Man’s Lackey tale, but it’s going to trad pub so I can’t share tidbits. The Rats’ Man’s Lackey tales could be described as “Jason Bourne living in Supernatural Witness Protection.” Here’s a snippet from the first one, The Rats’ Man’s Lackey and the Half Gallon of Christmas Miracle.
Getting from my attic room to the boss’ sanctum meant lowering the ladder, avoiding Magrat the Mayhem Maid as she “cleaned” the third floor, taking either the narrow twisty servants’ staircase with its they’re-not-ghosts or the main stairs with the now-those-are-ghosts, through the gallery of I’m-telling-you-those-are-paintings-not-real-people, down the freakishly wide spiral staircase that escaped from a 1950s Hollywood spectacle, and crossing the main hall.
That marble floor’s tried to murder me twice.
The second time, with a knife.
Until recently, I didn’t believe in any of this tripe. Today, I didn’t want to bother with it.
A December morning sun poured over the oaks and maples surrounding the manor. It was just warm enough for this Northern boy to have the window cracked, but cool enough you might think winter would decide to fire a blizzard across Georgia just for funsies. A perfect day to climb down the trellis.
Episode 52? One year’s worth of this daftness? I suspect most podcasters come to their senses well before this. Is anyone actually listening to this drivel?