This is my umpteenth attempt at trying to start and maintain a blog. Someone said keep it short and limit it to one a week. Sounds hard. I don't even do my laundry that often.
Er...so not much to say except: Babuli, the Little Apple Doll in the jester's outfit was my 40th short story. I started thinking: where did the last 12 years go? Then I did some math and realized it was spent writing the stories (badly), continually moving house (reluctantly) and being depressed (helplessly). How did I celebrate this achievement? Having a chocolate biscuit and a cup of tea and watching Impractical Jokers reruns. Life is ok.