I've been writing since this pandemic hit hard, and have been quarantined since March 15 (indeed, the Ides of March), except for curbside groceries. It has been one of the strangest and most productive times of my life. With Craig Bradley Owens, I've worked creating an entire galaxy... The hard part is figuring out how to go back to something like a teaching schedule after this... and where are my pants?
In other news, the poetry collection has been accepted for publication and the red cattle dog is snoring under the table again.