I know it's been a long time. What can I say? It has not been worth the wait. I decided to post the abomination that follows this message. I couldn't bear to read it one more time. I had two (what I thought were) good ideas. Somehow, in the translation between the ideas and the story, I ended up with this.

It's done with, at least. Now I don't need to worry about it. My serve is returned, in all of its wonderful disgusting-ness. I don't remember the exact words that Chuck used, but it was something like: A story told from the perspective of an animal. Well, there you have it. Game, set, match (or something like that).

I need to spend the remaining couple of weeks preparing for the Marathon starting in November. And, no, I don't have any idea what I'm going to write. And, yes, it will be awful as usual. Think Pink Sweater awful. Think Unnamed Story awful.

Okay, enough of the excuses. It's nice to actually press the submit button again. It's been too long. Now I have to dig back through my story notes and post those as well. My original drafts had nothing to do with a talking dog--I originally took the clever route, and pretended that a person could be an animal in its not-so strictest sense. Enjoy the crumpled paper, and I'll try not to be so silent for such a long period again.