...they say, and this is the best place I could think of to start. I do my best to write in the same way one pulls at loose bits of sweaters; because something inside my head nags at me. So one starts pulling on the loose threads and re-assembling them outside one's head, and one hopes it all takes the shape of a whole other sweater, just made of the same raw stuff you took out of your head.

So now I'm at the stage of shining up the stuff I've already made, and starting to pull at the new old threads in my head. And trying to find my audience. I know you're out there.

I'm doing my part, getting the stories written, shined up, covered in art, voice recorded, barcoded and shoved out the door so you, my precious hoped-for readers, can read them or listen to them and, I hope, find some delight in them. I was thinking of you the whole time.