Thirty-one days. Thirty-one stories. Right now it seems impossible. But three thousand words a day doesn’t.

I imagine these stories will range from flash to 5,000 words or so. Everything from young adult to humor to science fictions. And a few gruesome homicides. I have a strange collection of prompts, so it will be a wild month for me, and for anyone who reads along.

Picture is the ruins of a monastery near the Rock of Cashiel in Ireland. I took the picture, and it reminds me of the monks who kept so many books alive in the Dark Ages.

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