Tempus Fugit

“…One a week for a year.  I’ll tell you now: it won’t happen…”

Well, that became a self-fulfilling prophecy.
But I’ve got my excuses ready:

• I had the actual flu for the first two weeks of this year.
• I’ve started three short stories to make up for it.  But not actually finished any of them…

So it’s the usual case of feast and famine.  The whole point of this short story exercise is to take the more structured approach from Teratogenesis and push it further.  When the focus is undone, it all falls down.
It’s also the end of the “cooling off” I’ve imposed on Teratogenesis, so that means assembling the final manuscript.  And getting it edited.  And designing the cover….
So the first short story should be up in (Chinese) New Year and we’ll see about getting back on track.

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