Yes No Yes

There was another successful reading this Tuesday. Watermelon, prose, orange drink. There were a lot of new faces. Some of which were new to the city.

A young man in the back row told me that he had name dropped the Cyberpunk Apocalypse in his college application. The argument was that Pittsburgh was a good place to be a writer. I still find it amusing when I find that we've worked our way into resumes or applications.

On the writing front both Gunner and I are somewhere in the awkward post-first-novel phase where you hold the thing out like a toddler with some rock he/she/it found not sure what to do with it except maybe to walk up to one adult after another, hands outstretched, hoping someone will take it.
I'm reading through issue III of the Cyberpunk Apocalypse publication right now. It'll be out by the end of the month.

I can feel this blog entry petering out. There's nothing I can do. It feels so limp.