Right. There’s a reason you’re staying trunked, old short stories. Don’t try luring me with your siren call again. I love you for what you are, but you belong to a specific time and place. There you will stay, a memory like the rose at the Beast’s chateau.
And then there’s Wiscon inspiration, which has resulted in a mostly plotted on commutes and walks werewolf story. As I work on the trolls, if I need a break, well, there it is.
So, Frankie’s project, and back to trolls.
Catherine
