This is the fourth Monday in two weeks—and Mondays are really tough for me. I'm still recovering from Readercon, which was not the success I was hoping for, for health reasons, and a success in some ways [meeting people] that I hadn't even anticipated. I, uh, have been delinquent in mentioning that I am going to be part of this year's Viable Paradise class, haven't I? Also, that there's a flash fiction story up at The Future Fire that I'm rather proud of. Writing is still wonderful. Now that I have vacuumed upstairs and folded dry laundry and put the wets into the dryer perhaps I can get back to it. Take it 100 words at a time.