Scenes From An Exhibition, or, Stories That Should Have Been True

I am working on scenes for a new project. I am not convinced that I know where that book is going, although I am convinced that after five years I should get something polished and shiny and out the door. It may be time to use up the laser printer's introductory cartridge and start tearing stuff out and organizing it.

And I should note that the folks I read to the left are not necessarily associated with "cocaine by the kilo, ganja by the ton."