Oddly, the last novel I wrote involved an exiled angel, and the next – an America with Dragons (albeit Dragons who, for the most part, are a gang). My title was “The Technomechs”…

In a dystopian America, a young author self-insert stumbles across a crazy old man which spurs him into conflict with his own insecurity vis-a-vis girls, with the help of a female who inexplicably becomes attracted to the damaged protagonist for unstated reasons and her wacky pet, culminating in a philosophical argument punctuated by violence.

This accurately describes my relationships with my father and my girlfriend. And my girlfriend’s dog. I’m a little frightened.