So I happened upon a gallery that was about 95% stamps. Suppose that's one way to rack up 150,000 pageviews in a year.

Put "The Rose of Hitler" into storage. It will stay there until it's re-written. Can't count the number of people who have commented saying they've almost cried reading it. The thing is one big, pissy, emo blog post, capitalizing on the unfortunate and otherwise offensive name of the protagonist. The name is the whole story. If the kid's name was anything else, it doesn't get anywhere near the recognition it's received. I still think it's a hell of an idea for a story. But what I've had in my gallery thus far—the story I wrote three years ago—isn't good anymore.

I started writing what could be the opening scene of a novel. It was inspired largely after I watched Death Note about 18 months ago. The protagonist, Feohan Nayvik (FAY-ehn NAV-ik), is one of a group of "righteous" assassins. He has a condition, however, that predisposes him to be more effective than his colleagues. Right now, I've got two whole scenes in my head and no overarching storyline. Kind of important to have one of those, I guess.