Archive for January, 2008

The Weeds

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I’m down in the weeds, trying to interject the perfect fifty words somewhere into the last third of Boggle and Sneak, to clarify a plot point that has stumped a couple of readers. I feel about eight inches tall, pretty much like the creatures in the story.

Heist

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For January: A heist featuring a drifter named Stove and a posse of mean-spirited hoboes only she can see.