All of the Window authors gathered together at a Starbucks* near my house to work on our stories. Good times were had by all, we got a lot of excellent suggestions passed back and forth, and I, at least, feel recharged and re-energized as I continue the last, final effort to complete Codex Nekromantia and begin work on my full Window submission.

The collection will be stronger than ever this year.

* Yes, yes, sue me. It was air-conditioned, my apartment wasn’t (we have a geriatric and somewhat wheezy A/C unit that we try to use as sparingly as possible) and then I didn’t have the pressures of a host. It’s difficult enough getting people to come see me, let alone when my abrasiveness is higher than a belt sander because people are fucking asking me for water and shit. Who do I look like, fucking Aquaman? Shit.