The Manuscript.

I know I've been woefully silent, the scourge of true bloggers. That's because:

1) I don't consider myself a "blogger", who keeps a weblog of my cool activities, I write short stories instead

and

2) I got laid off. (Insert self-righteous little "so there")

So, during the time that I'd planned to start my manuscript for a real, live book, I spent my time scrambling to establish my own design business and trying to bring in some real moolah. Thank heaven, it worked. I have a dependable stream of income from a crew of clients that keeps increasing by word-of-mouth referrals. God is good: time to get back to living, instead of scrambling. I think I'll test-drive stories up here as I collect and refine material, so I think Fred deserves an update to his entry, for one thing. More on that after we do our annual search for the dear little woodcock.