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[News] Restart Again

Yeah, it's been a while.

So, good news, of a sort.  For the last month or so, been working with Michael Dismuke as part of the Science Fiction Writers of America (SFWA) Mentorship program.  Still have a few months to go, but that's OK.

As part of the process, and as an effort to show my work under other conditions, I'm going to start posting flash fiction and maybe even a short story or two here in the coming weeks.  My hope here is that it'll make the circuit, get out there, and maybe land in front of the right set of eyes. 

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