A white house in the Red Square

Back from Dallas. I love road trips, but the sitting for hours on end is not as doable as it used to be. Ow. But! Snow! Wet sloppy snow that we drove out of quickly, but still. Snow!

Donald Maass's latest "what we want" is up. And that Russian-mob cross-over idea is poking me in the back. I could do my very own Witch World, or Imajica, or Butcher Bird... And maybe the psychometric east-European prostitute who's been living in my head for a few months could find work. We'll see if these brain squirrels survive a good night's sleep.

and the fifty-two daughters of the revolution turn the gold to chrome