…and I mean a lot of deliberation.  Bordering onto over-thinking my brain into a liquid state, easily consumed through a bendy straw.

Anyway, after a great deal of thinking about this, I’ve decided I’m going to give my short story from this past summer, “Death at Teatime”, a home here.  It’ll be in its own post, to follow this one.  In short: I really hope you all (you all being anyone who reads this blog regularly, people who happen upon it by chance, and anyone in between) like it.  I had an amazing time writing and revising it most of this past summer.

So, if you happened to have a particularly bad day, think of it as a gift to cheer you up.  If it’s your birthday, the posting of this story is a tiny digital gift with an equally tiny digital bow.  If you just feel like reading something?  Well, you’re in the right place, too.  Anyway, onward to the story.

As a quick, but probably necessary, side-note: it may initially be a little wonky, formatting-wise, because it’s straight copypasta from Microsoft Word.  Any suggestions for a better method of posting it would be appreciated.