I bet I don’t have to tell you that Alfred the little green guy with boobs is fictional. I don’t think anyone out there really believes that there is a slug of an alien trying on my bras so I’m going to tell the truth.
The truth is… that Alfred kidnapped my novel.
He left a ransom note that said, ” Get me a C cup that actually lifts and separates or the book dies!”
So I’m off on an intergalactic search for the perfect brassiere. I’m not sure when I’ll be back, but I’ll send postcards.