I had one of those secret life/real life crossovers earlier today when I stumbled across this entry on J. Seraphim Anderson's blog, the white star journal. I've been playing relatively well with others on the interwebTM for a few years, but I still feel like a
in my own town. I need to get out more. Meet some real humans.
I finished a short Gothic story, "The North Lantern", yesterday, and today I'm hoping to put some serious revision to two flash pieces.
The first line of "The Fisherman's Son" (one of the two):
My father, who was quite sick, hadn't caught a single "keeper" on the last day we fished Glen Elder Lake together.
Speaking of flash, "Faith" is to be included (along with "How to Burn a House") in The Best of Every Day Fiction Three. Happy dance? Sure, why not.