My family is pretty much snowed in for a few days—nearly business as usual in the pandemic, since we wouldn’t be going out much anyway.  And with telecommuting, no more snow days for me for work.  But with the long weekend, I’ve been chipping away at various works in progress. 

I recently received a couple acceptances that at first glance couldn’t seem more different:  one a poem, one a short story; one a light fantasy, the other dark/horror.  But both from deeply personal spaces, with some thematic connections.  More to come on that.