Yesterday, I wrote only 961 words on "Far From Any Shore," and on Friday I did a little over 1,000 words. It's really coming much too slowly for so short a story. It's an entirely shattered narrative, though I cannot tell if I've done it that way truly by design or merely by necessity. Or habit.
I've not left the House since July 3rd.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions, which are making it possible for us to pay an unexpected vet bill. Thank you. I very much hope that the copy of From Weird and Distant Shores (Subterranean Press, 2002) goes for more than the current bid, as it's one of our last copies.
I think that's all I have for now.