After a death-strap cage match among Microsoft Word, Dragon Naturally Speaking, my Roadwarrior headset and me, I finally got a clean typescript of the troll story off to the Carleton student who has kindly offered to give it a first read. I asked her to read first of all for vertigo: If she finds that she is overcome by disorientation and vertigo, then she should stop reading and we should talk.

I also overcame my coming-back-from-a-month-of-not-writing inertia and wrote the first sequence of the CIA/Reality Show story. It felt good to get back to work, although rust…in…joints…