For once, catastrophe is not a pun on cats...

In which Chaz tears up his story and starts again.

With, um, two working days - perhaps - before he has to read it, in a public venue where he has a reputation.

Very smart, Maria, very smart...

I wasn't going to do this, but...

On the twelfth day of Christmas, desperance sent to me...

Twelve pre-raphaelites drumming

Eleven robots reading

Ten cats a-walking

Nine androids publishing

Eight magpies eating

Seven peppers a-writing

Six dragons a-cooking

Five ro-o-o-obert graves

Four tom waits

Three john barnes

Two short stories

...and a horror in an astronomy.

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