Today, I discovered the negative side of using a classic short story that is not in electronic form: typing. Lots of typing. Typing made even less pleasant by the author's use of East Texas vernacular and spelling. Oh well. Onward editorial soldier.

Other than that, I didn't do much today, as I'm still recovering from whatever microbiological agent laid me low yesterday. I did discover Taverner's Koans, a cool poetry-writing site run by Alan DeNiro. I even posted a poem there for public shredding.

I'm pondering adding poetry to Lone Star Stories, but I'm not sure I'm a sophisticated enough reader of verse to try that right now.