All the snow that’s been blanketing Stockholm, and screwing with everybody’s inner city travel plans, is now turning into a brown and gray slush. It’s the worst part of winter, this muddy existence, and it would be the main reason for me to go live somewhere else during these dark months. The whole city looks sick to me, like it’s having a nasty cold, which is fitting since that’s the flavor of the month thus far.

I published an old short story last night, because someone asked me to on Twitter. While looking for the story, I found a handful of others that might interest some of you. I think I’ll put one in the next issue of my newsletter – how’s that for an incentive to subscribe, or quite possibly cancel your subscription if That Thing gave you nightmares?

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