I’ve been listening to Johnny Cash, downloaded from Napster. It’s actually helped me finish the first complete draft of “the Last Delivery.” I’m going to put that down and revisit it in a week or two to work out a more lyric quality to the story.
I’m dumping what I have of “Fresno By the Sea.” The opening doesn’t work for me.
I’m stuck on “The Strange Shell Game of the Undead Alchemist.” I’m half way through and I’m sure how to lay the clues for the ending. Taking Joss Whedon’s advice to heart, I’m putting it away for a while.