What an afternoon.

Started with the traditional “How hard could it be to just print all this stuff out?”  An hour and a half of phone calls, emails, replies to emails, cursing the inability of Google to recognize that the damn printer is turned on, moving files to different computers, and finally printing things out, the answer is… harder than you would think.  I am not quite ready to strangle a manatee in the nude, but I can see it from here.

Hey! I’m doing a Patreon pledge drive!  Sign up, if you haven’t!  You’ll get instant pulp SF serial goodness if you do! I’m quite keen to tell people what Samson Black found in the dusty streets of Luna’s Port Royale.

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