Three new stories on the way from your reporter this year.
"Mr. Wosslynne," in Phantom, edited by P. Tremblay and S. Wallace.
"Violence, Child of Trust," in Dark Wings, edited by S.T. Joshi. No link I can find yet.
"Machines of Concrete Light and Dark," in Lovecraft Unbound, edited by E. Datlow.
In every case, my work couldn't possibly be in better company and my vanity has become grossly inflated.
A hunt for agents is underway - all replies welcome. Starting in on novel number nine, with four unpublished ones gazing reproachfully at me from a heap in the corner, I begin to feel a curious compulsion. But can I really betray a lifetime of principled sloth and carefully cultivated obscurity?
