.I'm off to the Big Apple today, for a seminar on dealing with the Google (slogan: "Be Evil. Be Very Evil") rights theft scam. More on that later.
Meanwhile, the other night I wrote a fragment of prose in my sleep. Nothing large enough to save for later use. It goes as follows:
It began with a rumbling in Arthur's desert bowl. He leaned forward in bemused wonder. The Jello rippled alarmingly, to the edge of the bowl and back. Then, abruptly, it bulged upward . . . and a woman's arm erupted up and out!
In the the hand was a sword.