I know the next week or so may be rather slow, so I want to publish a little update.
First of all, I am moving! Adams Morgan is a great neighborhood, but unfortunately great neighborhoods are not always blessed with great property managers, rational parking arrangements, or reasonable housing prices.
So, I’m off to the Waterfront, literally a couple blocks from where the sailboats dock, the Cantina Marina, the historic Maine Avenue Fish Market, Zanzibar, the Arena Stage, Hogate’s, and the Thomas Law House built in the 1780s.
It’s also very close (a 15 minute walk) to the National Mall. I can have lunch at NMAI‘s Mitsitam Café whenever I want! And, if you haven’t eaten there, go. Seriously. Venison loaf, chili short ribs, maple brined turkey, quinoa verde, bison chili, cherry dusted scallops, lobster whipped potatoes, roasted salmon, and drinks from juice to beer and wine. It’s absolutely the best food on the Mall.
I’m taking the move gradually during the overlap period. So far, I have moved 21 bankers boxes filled with books; I’m about halfway done with that part. The big stuff (mostly, as you might guess, shelves) will be moved on Monday, after which will be a week of organizing the new place and cleaning the old.
Also, as you can see, I’m trying out a new WordPress theme: Andreas09. I’m not too fond of the sans-serif font, but I like the clean hyperlinks and the more expansive layout. If I can figure out how to do Typekits, the fonts will be shifted to something more serify and old-fashioned.
Finally, I have been thinking of expanding outward from my Story Behind The Story posts. I have three writing advice blogs in the draft stage, tentatively (and humbly) titled “Advice From A Dude Who Hasn’t Even Been Published.” And, of course, I will get back into the fiction-writing habit as soon as the move is accomplished.
But, never fear: the Amalgam Poems and Archaic Definitions are front-loaded and ready to go!
RUMMAGE 
Hey, guys and gals, welcome to May! And, for those so inclined, a belated Happy Bealtaine.
Say Hello to Friday, which is from the Old English Frígedæg, meaning the Day of Fríge, Germanic goddess of keeping beer cold in magical cabinets.
Here we are at the end of another week. I had fully intended to finish an Observer short story called “The Woman Who Wouldn’t Die” this week, but I got distracted by residential concerns. I’ll blog an update when one is warranted.