There hasn’t been much news to post here since I’ve spent the past year working on a novel instead of short stories, which are easier to publish and read aloud at bookstores.
What you should picture in this space instead is a scene akin to the fourth season of The Real World: London (!) when the MTV casting execs thought, “you know what would be a hip addition to this aspirational Notting Hill loft? A real live WRITER!” Remember how that writer, who was also named J(ay), spent the whole season scrunching his face at Microsoft Works on his giant boxy 1990s computer monitor and staying up too late?
That’s where I’m at right now.
In other words, watch this space.