Happy New Year!!! (Really, really, really late...)

Well, I'm back--and just when it's about to get crazy busy.

Baby Boy Murano is set to arrive in a matter of weeks (our first). I feel like I should write a bit about this, and the upcoming responsibilities of fatherhood, but my head is spinning. It's a happy variety of spin, but I'm having trouble organizing my thoughts about it right now. Now that we're so close to the finish line, all I can think about is how much I can't wait to meet him. And I'm wondering: How young is too young for John Carpenter's "The Thing"?

I must also finish a story for an upcoming horror anthology--one for which I received an invitation (first time for that, too). Crazy how a story from circa 2008 can open doors years later. I never would have thought. Anyhow, I have three stories in various stages of disarray. I'm thinking of one as a kind of riff on "Rosemary's Baby", but from the male perspective--and with a healthy dose of "What to Expect When You're Expecting" satire. It's actually based on a vivid dream I had shortly before my wife told me we were going to be parents. I'm trying not to read too much into that. Another has been percolating in my brain, literally, for years. It's about growing up...or choosing not to...and pajama pants. Evil, evil pajama pants. The third is just an image right now, involving a headless chicken (I know...sounds really exciting) but it's one I can't escape. I'll need to see where that one takes me.

Tally ho.