Here at Chez CB. I know, I know: we do all silly, all the time, but I've a little bit of a problem. Everytime I sit down to write some fiction lately, one of three things happens: 1. Somebody dies. 2. Somebody's dead, and someone else is really sad about it. 3. Somebody's dead, and someone else is really not sad about it, but they feel bad that they don't feel bad, and it all gets wound up in some really overwrought existential angst that goes on for pages and pages and pages and before you know... read more
