So … 7 p.m. Friday, Sept. 23. Who puts a little fish like me on the same panel as Joe R. Lansdale? What can I add to a discussion about horror subgenres when Joe freaking Lansdale is on the panel? Not to mention Charlee Jacob, Angeline Hawkes-Craig and Rie Sheridan. I’ll probably be tongue-tied, but hell, it’ll be fun, anyway.
My FenCon schedule is actually pretty light. They were needing warm bodies for some more panels and I volunteered for a few, so I may be busier than it appears today. We’ll see.
Sara’s having way too big an influence on Jacob. Ask him a question now and he’s very likely to answer you and end his response with “Duh!” He’s all of three years old.
I really don’t have a damn thing to say. I could mourn the Vikings’ loss from yesterday, but coupled with the way the Oklahoma Sooners are playing this season, it’s just too depressing. I could talk about the cat sitting on my front porch, looking into the house. She won’t come inside; this is the one that adopted us when we moved in a couple of years ago. She loves to be stroked, will reluctantly let you pick her up, but freaks out if you try to bring her inside.
No new writing, but I hope to make some more progress on Ulrik this evening, once the kids are in bed. The cops have come to visit Chris in the chapter I’m working on.
Steven E. Wedel 
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