Up all night

Gee, I hope not. And I can’t literally be. I was sound asleep and Emma Dog roused me crying to go outside; that’s the only reason I’m up and around at this Godless hour. When Emma wants out, I let her out. I’m just going to say she’s a big dog, and let it go at that.

Anyway, she’s also back in now (and snoring on the other couch with her big head on her favorite pillow) so it’s back to bed, and hopefully sleep, for me.

But since I’m up, a quick update (see what I did there?)

Detective Ratboy on the case!

Yes, I finally finished the draft of my yarn for the senses-shattering next volume of the Wild Cards saga, Fort Freak. In it Ratboy and Flipper (who will probably never replace Batman and Robin, but should) confront corruption and possible murder in the heart of Jokertown Precinct.

It runs way too long. No, I’m not going to tell you by how much. But I figured I’d let George RR and the indefatigable Melinda tell me what they think might be surplus before I go and whack the wrong thing. Also, and don’t tell anybody I said this, but who’s in the story (other than my IAB dick and emo attorney) and what they do is subject to change via mandate from Above. By which I mean That American Tolkien Guy.

Still, as a story, I’m pretty happy with it.

So, enough. And now to bed, and now to bed. To quote hobbits. Which should give you some idea how tired I am.

Not that there’s anything wrong with hobbits. Unless you think of them as Ewoks with a body clip. Please try not to do that. Except, of course, too late…

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