I honestly don't know why I didn't cut out the middle-man and just tossed the money down the drain.
I know we have a national Health system here, which, contrary to popular opinion is not free but has to be paid for by us, the taxpayers. But had I made an appointment to see the bone crusher on NHS time I would have waited three months to get this arm fixed, only for my appointments to be delayed another sixty years because of strikes, or snow, or some other wholly foreseeable but still unavoidable dilemma.
I still isn't fixed and I'm £85 pounds worse off.
Still, even though I can't write I only need one hand to paint. So this is my potentially new cover for Kongomato 2, Spawn Of Kongomato.
It's true, the monsters of book one were dealt with in a gruesomely appropriate manner (not to reveal too much of the plot.)
So what is this?
That's the problem I had. Since Kongomato was supposed to be a one-off, I had some difficulty in the plotting for number two. I hope this cover achieves the correct amount of mystery.
I think I should extend the hoarding and illuminate it a little more. It's a bit unbalanced at the moment.