This week, i decided it would be fun to make some chapbooks of short stories that haven't found a home anywhere else. Package them up with some nice artwork... it sounded like a good plan, but there was a fatal flaw that i hadn't spotted. What i ended up with initially was a pile of my rejects; stories that have been turned down several times by various places, and which most likely don't represent my shiniest work. So i've spent the last two weeks finishing off a bunch of stories-stubs (most of them little more than scribbled ideas and wine stains) and trying to bash them into something readable. And now i'm knackered.
on the plus side, the artwork looks good. Ah, the joys of living with an easily-bribable artist. I'll post some as soon as i get my scanner working again.
