(no subject)

I am leaving Friday morning for the beach, and shall be gone for a week. Please don't blow up the world during my absence; I'd hate to miss the fireworks.

The Story is now at about 26,000 words, which is quite respectable. I'm very close to being done with the next major chunk. I still really, really like this story. It makes me happy. There are all sorts of bits of me in that story, and the characters keep developing in unexpected ways. I was going to post an excerpt, but I realized that it contained a cameo, and I intend to post them all in one large clump. So it shall have to wait.

of magic carpets and short stories

A story worth reading . . .

Interestingly, his progress through the air attracted no one at all, which proves how little people look up in cities and how much less they expect to see a bookseller navigating an antique carpet at eight-thirty in the morning.

Mr. Spink Learns to Fly, by Elizabeth H. Hopkinson, available free from Byzarium. Do go read it. It's rather short, rather good, and not at all disappointing.