Dear Quasimodo, thanks for pinging me, and even though I’m woefully behind in my reading, cause I’ve been kinda sick, so I haven’t read all the stories, and I think I wandered on accident into a whole other universe, and I might have to write about that one instead, I will most definitely be paying better attention from now on because this new publication looks awesome in any space-time continuum.

And g*d bless you for starting this venture to share and encourage others to write into your real and unreal and fanciful and delightful stories.

And thank you for being one of the writers who’s still writing real stories, instead of just whining all the time about how they’re not making a bazillion samoleons off of medyum any more with their same three lame-ass pieces of advice about writing.

Oh. Sorry. Did I say that out loud?

Anyhow, also thank you for giving money to beggars.

And for your bold stance on the importance of choral singing. I’m not even kidding.

(G*d will let the choir into heaven first. We all know that, we’ve just been told to keep it quiet.)

Keep the faith.