It is finally beautiful here, and I am SICK. Spring colds are the worst. I can barely keep my eyes open and am having some trouble distinguishing between reality and dream. Glorious.
It is
International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day, and in addition to the various stories of mine already available at online venues (see my profile for links), Deborah Layne has kindly put up my story
Manifest Destiny from Polyphony 6. (Link goes to a .PDF file.) It's about dead ends and dead presidents. If you like it, you ought to buy a copy of
P6 or any of Wheatland's other fine titles.
Something you may have missed:
a new Secret City installment, concerning ice and other things.
I have news, too, but that deserves its own post.