So, I registered for potlatch

And now I have to come up with a new, self-contained story under 5000 words by January 31st. But -- I whine! I moan! I'm a novelist! My shorts have all been failures!!

But I have some ideas I'm kicking around for other reasons, and I will see what I can do with them. Climate change and secession, maybe, and maybe something about trying to get an education. I've listened to a couple of conversations I have in my head, but nothing compelling yet.

Maybe one of those Werewolves of God things.