On A Sunday Afternoon

A full ten days without an update, you see. That's mostly because I wanted the previous entry up as long as possible, and lessly because I've been a scurrying thing. I've restructured my project list, pushing the Great Big Project back a wee bit to make room for others. Recording some hip hop lyrics is moving up, as is my vegetarian information package, and both things will coincide with the launch of my new web site redesign. In its development, I have tried to focus on functionality over formality. (That's not quite the right word, I don't think. How about, formal-ality?) Homes are rarely ever furnished before they're built, right?

In some related news of unexpected delight, I. and I have found a beautiful home to share. But we do not move for a month yet, so the tremors of tremendous excitement will shake me 'til then.

On Friday, I read a selection of my brief fiction. They were, in this order: Dolls, Regrowth, the Winter Beast, Petals in the Fall, and Flowers For Pepito. The audience seemed to enjoy them, and so you should seem as well. Perhaps. Grin.