Six hundred thousand words and counting.

A brief note on the appearance of the fortieth novelette, this week and next, over at the city; we’ve launched into Next Thing I Know, and are coming up fast (I hope) on Ain’t That Some Shit. —As the tagline runs: “In which forensics are seen to, and a beloved companion, a gift is given, and a window restored, portions are measured, and measures will be taken.”