It’s a cold, blustery day in Texas. We have a fire going for the old bulldog, and my Hokkaido milk bread is slowly rising. Today is fresh bread and leftovers dinner. It’s nasty outside, but nice and warm inside, and it’s a cozy, quiet day.
I know we haven’t been around much lately. We’re working on an overgrown short story. Well, it was supposed to be a short story. Jeaniene Frost has been making savage fun of me, because when I told her the original idea, she laughed at my projected word count, and now she and Gordon get to repeatedly tell me “I told you so.”
It’s been eating all of our energy and time. Mod R has read the first half, and she says it’s not terrible, so we’re happy with that. We’re hoping to finish soon and then we’ll be a bit more present.
I just wanted to let you know that we appreciate you all, we read your comments, and we are both grateful that you are here, reading our work, talking to each other, and hanging out. BDH is the best.