Another bad migraine today, but I think it's from the weather that just passed through. I noticed that as soon as the front passed, the pounding stopped. There's nothing worse than waking up and feeling that ache and nausea. My first thought is always, "How am I going to get to the coffeepot without hurling?" I'm so used to these stupid things though. Advil and Excedrin love me.
So . . . I can finally say that my story "Gossamer Boy" is up for reading. It's now in the spring issue of From the Depths--the second entry I think. There is a bit of, erm, cussing and graphic material. Yes indeed. So, just a warning there. But I wouldn't have written it any other way.
Take care everyone!