Story of mine published at ThunderDome the other day, Now Here is Nowhere. A bit surreal and all that, bits of poesy for your prosey. It’s an old story, written forever ago, in a different dream, been rejected countless times, but, finally, here it is. One of my favorites, truthfully.
Though maybe that’s indicative of my inability to see quality.
Lots I want to post, but am too lazy. Eleven hour work days make me want to die, more and more each day.
I hate working. It’s awful.