treat

sitting down to do a little work on the new book, i thought i'd share a little bit of it:

He rounds a corner. Bits of road surface spray away under the force of his wheels. He rounds another corner. He accelerates, wildly thinking about vaginas and wives and the texture of various vaginas of different ages, eyes bulging out of his head and silver hair streaming like a unicorn's mane behind him in the hot Serbian wind and feeling on the rim of something he can't understand, something like madness, or the absence of madness and the absence of everything or some rabbit, wild eyed, scratching for sanity in the dark in a warren being filled with cement.

reveal of the format of everything's fine

hi guys. my novel is coming with a dust-jacket. here's what it will look like, roughly.

NOT QUITE DEFINITELY CONFIRMED BUT NEARLY CONFIRMED FRONT COVER ARTWORK FOR NOVEL

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The artist is hiding here : http://www.nicwinstanley.com/