I realized last night, as I was settling into my hotel room in Albuquerque that I was staying in the same hotel where I wrote the first draft of my short story "5". But even more crazy was the fact that I was staying in the SAME ROOM as before (Room 431).
How weird is that?
Oh, did I mention that all of my short stories are on sale (25% off) in celebration of my publisher's (Untreed Reads) first birthday?
Go buy them, for crying out loud!