First, I’m going to blow your mind by revealing that not everything on the internet is real. Now that we’ve regrouped, let’s continue! R.F. Seligmann isn’t my name and–OH MY GOD, GUESS WHAT–Cadence Black isn’t, either. Not that it matters, I haven’t published a single thing under either. My at one time somewhat robustly selling series is still out there somewhere, under yet a different name! Going forward, though, I thought I’d pick a name that was a little less cookbook and a little more…not that.
Being undiscovered has its perks, and one of them is the freedom to experiment. At least, so I tell myself. Dearest subscribers, we few, we happy few, we band of enthusiasts, thanks for staying the course and weathering this change. And really, if 2020 isn’t the time to say “fuck this” and do what you want…what in the world are you waiting for?
Remember: you can amuse yourself, for free, with my terrible writing here.