Start of a new book idea, work in progress: Way up in the "stars" he sits, a grouchy spirit named Alphard, in a over-romanticized cubicle, watching the living and the dead alike for an unwanted, unkept promise of escape. For millennia he's grown accustomed to his godly title in the monotonous heavens, almost a legend as "a failure who never fails to fail, even in death". But what reality would he learn to despise now, sent below to Earth on a field mission, when he meets his match-- a free-spirited lady as sweet as he as bitter? And what reality will he learn to find solace in when he is put through a hell worse than heaven to meet his maker?