There is a new story...

over at Ribcage today.

Now let's see if I can finish another one and set it to auto-post for next Wednesday, as my computer is going into a box tomorrow and it is not coming out until a week from Saturday.

In the new apartment, of course.

Somewhere in this world there are bound advance reader's copies of Eating Stella Style. I hope they get to me before I get out of Connecticut.

I want to show it to people and say, "See these forty pages in the front here? I wrote the first draft of these forty pages in three days, to pull off the most outstanding feat in the history of publishing!"

Of course, I'll leave out mention of the month of rewrites. Or that I worked from a hundred pages of my father's notes... though that's impressive as well, I suppose.