IF I DIDN’T TELL HER, I COULD LEAVE TODAY: So I knew this guy, one of the smartest guys I’ve known, and one day we were all sitting in the main college dining hall eating lunch. And he had this Fudgsicle, which he was loving. He was loving it all over his face. The fudge was everywhere. And Ratty (I think she was there?) pointed out that he had festooned his phiz with fudge; to which he replied, “It’ll help me with my humility.”

In a similar spirit, I should note that I’ve posted a third part of “Endless Summer.” The first two parts have been significantly reworked, as well. This story isn’t over–I thought it would be an easy triptych, but, as befits the subject matter, it’s gotten messy. I will need to write scenes from (at least) Magda’s and Melaney’s points of view. So… it’s somewhat horrifyingly awful right now. I’m inflicting it on you because some of you have been reading it, and giving excellent advice.

Also, disturbing content, by which I don’t mean sex. So, forewarned. Story so far here, most recent episode here.

I don’t plan to finish this very soon. Instead, I’ll be starting a new story; probably tomorrow; probably “The Zombie Guide to Life.”

Your critiques, comments, howls of execration all more than welcome.