Hometown boy makes good, but not even local heroes can escape New Bedlam’s most twisted resident… and Tommy Johns, star pitcher for the New Bedlam Ravens, is certainly no exception.

I’ve had a lot of wishes over the years. Some as simple as “I wish I would stop stubbing my toe every five minutes” to as complicated as “I wish I could build a time machine and go back four hundred years and tell my families to stay in England/Ireland/Scotland and wait if I had a time machine, why would I tell them anything, I’d just stay put and blend in but hang on a second what about electricity and the internet and who would feed the menagerie and…”

The first of once-monthly free fiction, we’ll start with the story of a young woman, pregnant and overdue, trying to run a small hobby farm. With the help of her family, she learns to believe in small miracles once more…

I woke up after about two hours of sleep last night, and when I couldn’t get back to sleep, I did some catch-up for my WriYe stuff. I realized that I didn’t work on Mourning Dove (re-titled Damages) as much as I’d wanted to. In fact, I’m not sure I put more than 800 words into it all month. I started it as my WriYe resurrection project in April; it had been meant as a memoir of sorts when I started it a long time ago, and now there’s actually …

I had big plans for April. Like, truly big plans. 75k into a resurrected novel project, 5k into short stories. A novel crit for a prize winner, edits for Belfire and submissions that are overflowing my inbox. Plus the massive house cleaning we’ve been trying to do all winter.
And then spring happened, in fits and starts, leaving snow, ice, rain, ice, snow, rain and ice all over the place. And Carrie went back to work. And Rhia’s moving into town. And… blah.