Now iz ze time on Sprockets ven ve danse

I am doing a jitterbug right now. Not only did I receive a copy of Sand #3 yesterday in the mail (great little mag with a story by our own J.C. Tabler) but I managed to shoot off an order for our very own Felicity Dowker's chapbook "Phantasy Moste Grotesque" this morning. Something tells me if you don't order this thing in the next day or so you will be looking for used copies on ebay after it comes out, at a premium.

See, the postman does bring good news.

The novella is coming along great. At this point I think I am on Chapter 15 which mean I think I have 5 or 6 to go. (maybe I will finish by the end of the week) I managed to get in another 1700 words yesterday which is really good for me. Kind of like reading a book in only a week. I am about to open up a giant turning point in the story and I can't wait to see what my other characters think of the revelation. (Does anyone else find it odd that they become real, at least for the time you are working on them?)

The boy is crawling on me and the fog has lifted, for now, so I better grab a cup of coffee and get going.