My “Black-Friday” weekend was fantastic. Per my wife’s suggestion, we stayed in. Much to the dismay of our dog, I spent a good portion of the weekend completing a first draft of a new story. This is for a new anthology about earth getting smooshed by a giant meteorite. “Smooshed” is a technical term, imagine you drop a grapefruit into what is left of your pumpkin pie that is still sitting on the counter. “Smooshed”
I’ll keep you informed, on how that story evolves, but now I have to try and get the girls up for church.