Dagnabbit, barnacles, and shaving cream--

I *said* this summer that I wasn't going to write any other fiction outside of finishing the Thucydides-in-space novel...

But I drafted a gosh-darned SF story today, when I should've been finishing a newsletter. Like a sneeze. Like it was all wadded up and lodged deep in my brain cavity, and needed one good long honk to splat out. 😠 Well! I guess I'm going to need to edit and submit it soon.

THANKS BRAIN.

WAY TO STAY ON FOPDOODLING TASK THIS WEEKEND.