Height of the Holiday Season. Especially cold in SF these days. Wearing all those sweaters I think I really don't need here.

Being my usual schizophrenic self about writing, moving back and forth between embryonic new work and ancient but ongoing projects. The impending end of the year always increases my sense of urgency to accomplish something. Often resulting in a small publication. Not sure I will manage it this year but a few days left still to do a little manic publishing before I am off to Norfolk for the Holidays.

A pleasant surprise on the submission front. Following Dodie's suggestion I sent something off to 580 Split and just heard that they will be publishing "To Sex A Story: A San Francisco New Narrative."

Back to my latest project, "The Boy Brothel."