My short humour piece “The Last Ant” is up at Wild Violet, the literary magazine that also published the even more esoteric piece “Corrections to the Rules of Fimble Fowl (for 3 players or 4),” the semi-true/semi-autobiographical piece “Me and Margery Kempe” and the MLA-inspired flash fiction story “Wixey” (bonus points for identifying the words swiped from Nabokov). Alert readers who are also Peter Cook fans may notice a theme throughout my pseudo-journalistic essay on the now extinct sub-species of ant.

I had a fabulous time yesterday in Northampton with my wonderful collaborator, the Queen of Everything. We had a delicious lunch at the Lhasa Café with my colleague May and wandered around the main drag, stopping in at galleries and for food and bevvie refueling, including at a coffee shop, The Yellow Sofa, that neither of us had stopped in before and which we found quite lovely. We had an editorial meeting for the journal of The Women’s League of Ale Drinkers with the glamourous Vicky Squid in Union Station, laying out our plans not only for this issue, but for the future — many dreams lie ahead for us to make manifest!

And yes, I did get the story on the wombat fortune (thank you all) — but where’s mine?!