to unstarch the pillow

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I’ve had two job offers in the last week, one for writing and one for teaching. I left the door open on the first, since I would love to do it if the right story comes along, but had to graciously turn down the latter, which broke my heart a little bit since I would have loved doing it.


Microfic archived to offline environs!


Upon reflection, every time I write a short story where there’s a boy in some form of trouble, his name is always Simon. Don’t know why.