My 81,000-word apocalyptic thriller is finished. The setting is Montana. Five drafts.

I’ve got a few short stories out at various markets; a couple of them passing the slush piles to the editor’s desk. That’s always a nice feeling. Tough competition out there. The market continues to shrink, too. Necrotic Tissue closed its doors a couple days ago.

I’ve also been enjoying the hell out of the new PJ Harvey album Let England Shake: