I had an Idea last night, Gentle Reader, as I lay, woken up by twinges of pain in my wrist and hand. I know it’s nascent right now, on the fringes of an Idea, but it’s an Idea nonetheless. If this Idea comes to fruition, The Sequel will be a radically different book than I thought it was.
Carry on, friends.
The Postmodern Bluestocking 