I've plunged off the precipice and into the final zine gauntlet, shifted the self-imposed deadline to Sunday morning (needed a break from it; I compared writing it to taking sandpaper over an open wound in Sunday's newsletter, scratchy scratch), and completed a first vocal read-through edit. Sounding right, where I want it. Might wrap sooner than Sunday, but who knows; either way, Sunday's the final day I'll be writing it (though inevitably, some edits will happen as I move to the typesetting and publishing phase – page turns make all the difference): the only way I see fiction until this first issue is done is when the final result is stapled and assembled and ready to go.

Also: I need to get semi-competent with rubber stamps. I'll get stamp those letters sans edges this I swear damn it. I WILL BE CRAFTY.