Where the hell would you have to live that the weather in November is worse than, say, January? Or February, but that would only give you 28 days.
I realized the other day that a "short" story I was working on is actually turning out to be twice as long as I'd expected. So maybe I'll torpedo any notion of pithiness and pretend there's enough story there for a novel.
I realized the other day that a "short" story I was working on is actually turning out to be twice as long as I'd expected. So maybe I'll torpedo any notion of pithiness and pretend there's enough story there for a novel.





