The kid’s team wasn’t really counting on winning regionals in Denver, so getting ready for world finals has been much like herding cats without the benefit of tuna.
This would be okay, except of course I’m trying to get the grossly overdue Royal Blood out the door. This means I’m either at the office writing, or at some robotics-connected thing.
All this to say the next chapter of Witchfinder isn’t ready. I’ll do it/them (I’m hoping to have at least two) by Sunday.
I’m awfully sorry.
— Running out the door to the office RIGHT after I post this.