MATTHEW S. ROTUNDO'S PIXELTOWN

So.  Completed my database updates and started digging through my stories with an eye toward finding new potential homes for them, and I discovered a kind of frightening thing:  I don’t have a whole lot of short stories to push into the world at this time.

Seriously.  I’ve been fortunate enough to sell a number of them, and my focus over the past several years has been on novels, which means I haven’t been able to replenish my inventory.  And now . . . well, not much remains—not much that isn’t destined for the fabled Trunk, anyway.

What’s a writer to do?

I guess this means that I’d better start selling novels.  They’re about all I have left to sell.  Which, you know, isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Right.  Better get to it.

No updates for Write Club.

Forward march.

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