My dwarf needs to learn how to breathe fire. In the first novel of the series, my main character is a dwarf and the dragon is her symbol. Rather than finishing my editing, I’ve begun thinking about the third novel in the series and suspect my fire-breathing dwarf will put on a show – she’s probably going to burn the house down.

My depression has been overwhelming; since the last catastrophe at the VA. Plotting how to kill people became a hobby; ever since, my stint in the Nuclear Power program. I’ve managed to hold my wrath, but I’ll let m live out my dream. Eve Little People are as dangerous as they want to be if they have an above average intellect. The biggest problem is – I have to hold my biggest secret of mass destruction because it’s bad enough that I know what to do; you don’t want other people to know how easy it is, and I would go the chemical route, not nuclear. My dwarf will probably do her damage, in the simplest way possible.


English: Old sideshow ad for fire-breathing man, taken during period of decline of sideshows, Florida, 1966


Father of JGKlein, used with permission

Father of JGKlein, used with permission