September 7, 2016
I'd write about the fall of St. Olaf, only it hasn't happened yet.
But speaking of storytellers... I've got one that, ahem, Rose to fame in the anthology Summer Love: Stories of Lesbian Holiday Romance.
Sure, you can no longer catch any rays.
But you can still catch some gays!
The Sapphic sort, to be specific.
Thanks to Ladylit, Summer Love is available for a queer - I mean, mere - 99 cents in ebook format.
That's e for erotic, exquisite, essential. There are no tan lines in my story, "The Boi Who Cried Woolf," a tale of two bookworms who experience a summer of literary pleasures, but there are plenty of laugh-out-loud ones.
Emphasis on out.
But if you insist on staying in, at least make sure your...um, inning is one for the books.
Curiouser and curiouser,