I printed and bound effing books for many hours this weekend but am still behind on filling orders, try as I might. I am not complaining in the least - it's great that the chapbooks are getting some attention - but some of you may be wondering where your danged order is. It's cool, honey bunny, know that I have you on my mind. It's coming very soon, that's all I know. I have recruited some friendlies to help out with binding and order-packing so I can work on some layout stuff the next few evenings. Farid and David's effing mag #4 is a few days away from print readiness and Jim Goar's effing chap is just lacking a touch up on a cover graphic. The details for the Garden Party (see below) are coming together nicely. An info note will go out to all participants in the coming days.
But first, I'm off to Houston to see my boy Justin get married. That is, if I decide not to speak now or forever hold my peace. What's peace?