The poet they probably shouldn’t have sent. I watch anime and am sometimes accused of reading books. I'm writing a long gay giant robot story in verse—probably this millennium's best yuri mecha epic poem, through lack of competition.


'Now praise those names on tombs of steel engraved | And toll this rotting country’s countless bells.'


A quiet milestone this afternoon: I wrote the end of the stanzaic section of CWKB, the visit to the underworld.

Some spots within that section still need filling, and then the usual rounds of redrafting and checking await.

But we're probably looking at two fresh books—IX and X—and they might emerge in two months, if (if!) life doesn't intrude.


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