The Return of the Prodigal Writer
How my pandemic is going. ("The Prodigal Son," 1785. Image in public domain, via Library of Congress ) Dear Reader, I have a lot of explaining to do. Explanations being boring, however, I'll dispense with the usual COVID excuses about strange medical adventures, homeschooling, family eccentricities, and general pandemic-related malaise. You guys, look, I want to be productive but I just can't even right now. (Lithograph by N. Strixner, 1819. Image via Wellcome Trust , under Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International license.) Instead, I'll just announce that, back by popular demand from my many interior guilt-demons, I'm once again publishing some Shalaby and Fecklace fiction. In fact, the book-length compilation of five linked Shalaby and Fecklace stories is almost finished! I'm horrified to realize that I started this manuscript seven years ago . And my oldest child is seven years old . AN ADVERTISEMENT TO THE PUBLIC. Are you a writer embarrassed
