I wrote a short story for Tori's tourbook today. It's called Pages from a Journal Found in a Shoebox Left in a Greyhound Bus Somewhere Between Tulsa, Oklahoma, and Louisville, Kentucky. It's sort of about Scarlet's Walk (the album, the concept and the story) and it's sort of about a lot of other things, including the fragility of identity. It's just a little over a thousand words, but I think it works. I may even put it in the next short story collection.

Tomorrow I have to finish the Little Lit story I'm doing for Gahan Wilson.