Well, the Solstice is upon us yet again. 2019 version. And a perfect segue to remind you (or inform you) that my novel Winter Solstice, an eclectic and trippy romp set in a slightly warped 1970’s mid-America (I mean, the 1970’s were already warped) pitting NAZIs versus spies versus corporate robots versus college students. There are rock concerts, psychedelic drugs, angst, police brutality, car crashes, terrorists, and all sorts of groovy stuff.
And there’s still time to get it for someone for Christmas through the wonders of print on demand. Or through the wonders of e-readers.
Scott Macmann 