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So, this was a weird weekend. I woke up yesterday when 'song got out of bed, but was still mostly half-asleep. With the first click of her keyboard, though, I woke up fully, and realized that I had stomach cramps. Didn't feel like food poisoning or anything, but stayed with me throughout the day, along with a vague depression that was hard as hell to shake. I personally blame 'song's clacky keyboard, as it's the obvious suspect.

I also managed to write my first short story in years this weekend, which felt like a huge burden being lifted from my back. It's not a great story, nor a really long one (five pages), but with some revision, I may submit it to some markets. It's essentially horror, in the Michael Marshall Smith vein (creepy, not gory). If it ever gets good enough for me to want anyone to read it, I may mention it more here. No matter what, I feel better about doing some more writing.

And 'song wrote the script for the first issue of her comic this weekend! I'm so proud of her! It rocks. And I expect you all to be buying it by this time next year. This was her first comic script ever (and anyone who thinks a comic script is easy hasn't written one). She kicks ass. Mousie's working on the art as we speak. You can see samples of her stuff at http://www.tunabreathcats.net/ (and in my pic on this page is also a fine example). She kicks ass as well.