aint wrote a single fucking complete story in a long fucking time.

I have not written any new dark fiction in a few years

gots myself a freakin email* cuz Im grttin an old story about fish published soon

today, I recieved an email** with a proof copy of a new print book entitled The Walrus Tales (subject to change) which contains my story Of Gods and Pinnipeds. written very tongue in cheek, it's a genre crossing story guaranteed to make you laugh in amusement and shudder in repulsion simultaneously.

I'm happier than a pig in shit

I am very thrilled to be published once again. additionally, the fact that this is print (a solid book one can hold in one's hands) doubles, maybe quadruples my elation.



but--always a fucking but--cant open the fucker cuz this pooter is a clinking clunking clanking hunk'o shit.



oddly enough, I cannot puruse my proofer's copy; glitches both major and minor prevent the attachment from opening.


pisses me right the fuck off cuz I aint got the fucking program and prolly cant d/l it without fucking this thing up worse that it already is


even realizing this is an inanimate object, I have some deep-seated ill feelings towards my computer tonight. I fear the tower is running out of steam

so when I find out what the fuck is going on, Ill git my people to call your people; we'll do lunch---gigglesnort

Ill keep you posted.:)