I woke this morning from a vivid dream. 

I was sitting at my desk and I glanced at the bottom bookshelf.

I saw two copies of a large white paperback.

These two books weren't there yesterday. Two duplicates.

The title of the books was easy to read, even from this distance. It was: 


I took this as a warning and made this short.

The Clog of the Blog.
The Anxious Analogue.
The Whim & the Pact.
The Dream & the Fact

(of the paperbacked).


Photograph of two shelves of my bookcase, each packed messily with fat books. Two books on the bottom are taller than there rest, and white. Their titles read WRITING: THE GRIM & THE ACT.