Passing the Flame, Keeping It Alive

Cass is back. Thank GOD.

I can hear it. All the way from readerland. The sounds of great jubilance, cheering, rotten-fruit throwers chanting, "No more windbag Tiresias! No more I'll-try-to-keep-it-under-four-hundred-words blind prophet. No more mention of copraphagic dogs and many-legged and furry roommates. No more Tiresias, period."

At least until Cass posts a couple of entries.

We'll be back soon.