Hello, dear and gentle readers. I hope I am not incorrect in assuming that you have guessed the reason for my sporadic posting of fresh, short fiction. You might think that I have been on safari in deepest, darkest Iowa, or that I have been running whiskey and trying to avoid the revenuers. You would be wrong on either account.
I am just about to put the final chapter together for the novel I am working on, and it has been taking almost every free moment that I have. Well, the free sober moments that I have, anyway.
Hopefully the tiny excerpts from this fresh work have been enjoyable; I promise more short fiction in the near future. As soon as Michael Nitrous tells me how he got back to the roller-rink...
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