all steamed up

Most of my life happens between September and November. Though I’m taking a sabbatical from haunting, this year is no exception. Starting with the Springfield Steampunk Festival two weekends ago, I have been or will be traveling every single weekend . Cry you a river, I know. But I’ve also got an actual grown-up job, plus freelance deadlines, plus my personal writing. And I really like my bed. I’m grateful, though. It’s not like I’ll look back on my life one day and which I’d done fewer cool things. Anyway, two weekends ago Josh and I arrived at the Springfield Steampunk Festival for a splendidly anachronistic...