So I’ve moved a bunch of stuff across state lines, mostly legally as far as I can guess, and I’m taking a moment to think about Owen Tremaine and what he might get up to next. I come up with a few ideas. I’m not totally sold on any of them.
Then, thanks to the kindness of strangers, I find this in my inbox.
There’s a reasonable chance I’ll be able to resist the temptation to do something with it. But I can’t make any promises.
Back to unpacking. And in a couple of hours, I’ll get to work on The Secret.
…probably. That story won’t leave my brain alone.