Wow, I’ve been up for several hours and can’t find anything worth telling you about, whether it be narrative of little adventures or some gradual unfolding of the deeper meanings of life according to me, or some worthwhile tidbit of information on literature or literary efforts—nothing. Nothing at all.
So I’ll be back in a few hours at the most. I am going to shower, dress, put on my evil face, and get into some kind of trouble worth writing about.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology