I have a terrible memory, especially for names. There's a sort of hereditary aphasia in my Mother's family which I seem to have a double dose of. Using "Denver" for "Detroit" in a recent story is one symptom of this. That I am having nerve problems with my hands which affect my touch typing isn't helping.

I recently discovered I had accidentally referred to Vic's wife Michelle as Melissa a few times in a few stories. I believe I have corrected all such instances. However, if anyone finds future incidents of this sort of name problem, please let me know.

I am about a fifth of the way through the actual writing of the next Masks story. (10k words out of an estimated 50k.) The first part is a flashback to shortly after the demon invasion. Then the story jumps forward to mid-2019.

As I was writing the second - and by far the largest - part of the new story I realized there were things which happened between Masks XXII and this one which might be of interest to readers. Such as Vic and Energia graduating with their Masters' degrees, and Gadgetive getting her Doctor's. Then there's the wedding of Vic and Michelle...

There's a scene I'd like to write, but with full awareness that it uses some Copyrighted material. So, I'll just describe it here.

The location of my flicker Album page:

https://www.flickr.com/photos/116299515@N07/albums

One of my post-retirement projects is to scan all my old negatives (or, where there are no negatives, the prints). I'm posting these on Flickr in addition to my modern, digital photos.

I am particularly proud of the latest (as of this posting) album, which was taken entirely at night of the Christmas decorations for 1999, plus shots of the Moon and the Capital building:

Well, that's it for Angel of Haven. I already have some notes on Angel of Earth, but my next story will be Masks 22.

Tomorrow, though, I fly out to the NASFiC.

ConGlomeration 2019 images posted on Flickr:

https://www.flickr.com/photos/116299515@N07/albums/72157706764547891

I am about a third to a half finished with my next story, which will be _The Angel of Haven_. Here are a couple of excerpts:

"I don't like the fact that Mannequin keeps hanging around here," said Blackpool, scowling through his mask.

"When Mannequin stares into the Abyss," said Aaron, sagely, "the Abyss quickly looks away, mumbling excuses about how it has something important to do elsewhere."

And:

"Why is she even here?" said CornFed, obviously not happy about the empowered woman's presence.