Nothing really to report. It’s after midnight, so there’s what? Twenty-two days to go to publication? Cool. Sorry if I seem underwhelmed, but today I saw my three-year-old in her first ever dance recital and was blown away by her sheer presence and beauty. My kids really get to me.

Anyway, I figured I’d better post something, so I looked back trying to find my least romantic story. It’s here at The Glut, if you dare: The Accident. The story actually arose from an actual news story, one of those too freaking weird to be true things. It remains one of my personal favorites of anything I’ve ever written, despite the ick factor.