"Go down, Miss Moses. There's nothin' you can say."

[greygirlbeast]

If I believe Accuweather, it's 72˚F out there. There's not a single leaf on a single deciduous tree

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[mamaroximagines]

I'm thrilled to hear that another Dancy story is in the pipes. Thank you, Aunt Beast!

[sovay]

There's not a single leaf on a single deciduous tree.

Providence, what the hell. There are flowering trees here and misty new green. It's not everywhere, but it's enough.

I don't yet know if this will be a good story, but it is at least an actual Dancy story. That's a start.

It remains a splendid title and I'm really glad you're writing.

Honestly, things are not good. To quote Mal Reynolds (ever quotable), "We're close to gone out here."

I understand that.

[mojave_wolf]

"We're close to gone out here."

You have no idea how much I sympathize/empathize/identify with this statement.

Nothing to say that doesn't sound trite, but I desperately hope you situation and mine both improve by many orders of magnitude.

[corucia]

Another Dancy story is always something to be happy about.

I've revised my thinking about the Dancy stories, both prose and comic. These days, I tend to think of the stories about her as connected but not serial. The closest analogy I can come up with is of someone in one of those dance clubs with multiple strobe lights going - you see the person in static, brilliantly-lit images, each a frozen instantaneous snapshot of someone you know full well is moving, possibly quite rapidly, with each one casting a completely different shadow in a completely different direction, flickering around the core. That's how I see Dancy in your stories these days, especially when I wonder if we're reading about the core or the shadow.

I hope things get better for you and Spooky soon...