Work soon beckons—the staring-at-a-screen-all-day-and-trying-to-write-something-worth-writing kind of work—which means fewer updates, which means a cry rises from the countryside. Women rip out their hair, men beat their chests with spiked gauntlets; a people mourn.
So I’ve acquired the services of a guest blogger, who I’ve named (without asking if she even likes it) Little Wolk, and who will be a refreshing change from my usual “Hey, this is what I’m working on!” thing. I have no idea what she likes (running marathons, I think), who she believes in (perhaps a God-head of some sort), or if she has a good relationship with her parents (I imagine so; she’s well-adjusted). But she’s very clever. So there’s that.
Also, the podcast will be delivered as promised. Early September, we’re thinking. I’m researching good mics and soundproofing for the writing shed. I just cannot abide poor sound.
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