We went to supper with my dad last night, and he said, “I have a plot for you.”

That should’ve been my first warning, but no. Gullible me asked, “What kind?”

“The main character is a Russian coon dog,” he said. “It’s a Communist plott.”

Ba-dum-bum-ching.

And y’all wonder where I get it from.

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Since we’re (sort of) on an international topic…

I contacted a bilingual friend of ours a few days ago about possibly translating some of my stories into Spanish. She contacted me today and sounded interested. We’re still in the exploration phase, meaning it’s still just a glimmer of a hope. There are a ton of things we have to sort out first, but there’s a small possibility that sometime, say, next year, I might, maybe, possibly could be releasing a Spanish language translation of one of my stories.

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A couple of weeks ago, I switched the links on this site to the subscription form for my newsletter. Apparently, the new link may be blocked by some ad blocker software. If you’ve tried to sign up since about 1 April and haven’t been able to, try using the form on this page. My apologies for the inconvenience.

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No Russians were harmed in the making of this blog post, or coon dogs, or Communists. The plot might’ve been a little mangled, though.