I will get to the Halloween party hijinks, I promise–yours truly was
all dolled up in silver and blue as Queen Frostine, but perhaps due to
the amount of bare skin shown, and the fact that Ms. Queen went
galavanting about barefoot outside around the Guy Fawkes effigy, I am
now sick and miserable. Woe. I hope I still have a voice by World
In the meantime, there is a story of mine up here,
at the estimable Cabinet des Fees, a new quarterly journal for the dissemination
and twisting of fairy tales. This one is a Sleeping Beauty riff, now
with more heroin-analogies and perverted botany!
I now return to my Kleenex and cough syrup.