Right so waxingly waningly I want to write something, but I don't have the energy for a story in the Lynda Barry book (came up with some new ideas though) and I thought hey, I've been neglecting the blog of late, why not pop by and be self-indulgent. And tell you (me) that I have been reading the old fiction in the box under the desk. This came about, I have to say, because the box is so damn accessible this year and because I cannot tinker with DexV anymore (soooo not true) and because I am in... read more
