After Ramadan, I had the “bright” idea that I’d quit shaving until I finished this novel (The Seraphim Conspiracy).
That was July. Now it’s August. In San Antonio. I really need to hurry up and finish this and send it to my editor before the weather (due to all the extra beardsulation) or my wife kills me. Jury’s still out on which one’s more likely, but the dead pool is still open. Heh.
No, I don’t have much practice taking selfies. Why do you ask?