…that I’ve decided to say nothing about it today. I’m getting a new car tonight, already selected it. Just need to sign the papers and take it home. I’m getting almost no fiction written today, which is a bummer (maybe I’ll slip a paragraph or two in later), but other things are getting done. I’ll tell you all about the year I’ve had this past week some other time.
For now, a photograph. An old one. Was a time I toyed with becoming a portraitist. I was developing a style, according to some (though I couldn’t see it), but I had done some half-way decent work. …