Well, there would have been photos today. But yesterday, when I was going to dump everything onto my iMac, I couldn't find the cameras. Spooky was out, and she knew where they were, and I could not discern their hiding place. So, maybe tomorrow ( Read more... )

The week has raced by, and between resuming the drudgery of daily life in Providence and recovering from train-induced weariness and just trying to get back into the goddamn habit, not a lot's been written.

Wednesday, I began a story that I'm presently calling "Protoreaster nodosus (NYC 2014)." I wrote 544 words, 544 good words. And then I hit a ( Read more... )