Looks like a hacker put "NY" after my previous Rhode Island (Providence) address on this site-- obviously a dig, probably because of my Poets & Writers profile listing me as being in NYC (during 2022 & again for a visit in 2025). Somebody keeps adding typos and errors to my work; somebody's jealous of all of my fringe-writer achievements, paid journalism bylines, "one-act playwright" credit, U of Penn (Ivy League) catalog mention, etc. The stalker-cowards are now up to their necks in slander and harassment fears, as I plan to get them federally indicted as soon as I get any of their names. Anyway, looks like I'm the cliched starving artist, pulling together a 9-novel "sequence" out of my 14 items copyrighted via the LOC from 2002-2021. "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy" ? I worked on my fiction more than I worked at any paying jobsite. Yet I play plenty-- or, more accurately, I did play a lot. Now I mostly revise my old drafts; synchronicity matters. Almost ready for a literary agent to sell my oeuvre and make my art count.