Not much to report this week. I finally published a story that's been sitting in my files for a few weeks: Childhood's End, a WriteOff entry from the last pony short story round.

I've been accused of abusing dreams as a vehicle for storytelling. To this accusation, I say: you are correct. Dreams are the lazy author's way of inventing a fantastical scene that could never otherwise exist.

But damn me, I love writing them. They overflow with potential for story ideas.

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