'Tis early, early morning and my brain keeps making my fingers write things like zombieszombieszombies over and over.

Have, as promised, posted my signature work, the Butterfly of Dreams. The particular horror of THAT hasn't caught up with me yet, but I can't feel 3/4ths of my body right now so I assume it's all going to wait and overwhelm me tomorrow morning.

I'm not even sure how many stupid things I've done tonight.

More recent and un-potentially-embarrassing work to come. Promise!

Tracy