Shouldn't somebody be saying something here?

Not that much is going on lately. I'm in the throes of yet another revision on Smarter Than the Average Werewolf. Nothing major, just adding and refining a prologue, so I'm not sure throes is exactly the right word. And I've whipped out a few poems, but I'm mostly in a fallow period at the moment. Every time I start thinking about writing, one or more of our cars needs attention, or one of the off-spring gets the flu, or something.

I did send in this year's entry to the Wergle Flomp competition. I've accomplished that much. Precious little, but it goes that way sometimes.