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MyLot Exclusive #67 There's not much to talk about today. It's kind of what us professional writers call an inspirational nightmare. Or as my friend Harlan Ellison put it...Well, I can't tell you what Harlan called it because of MyLot's restrictions on that kind of language. I even called Harlan this morning...Which is not cheap because he died on June 28 of this year and the long distance rates to Heaven are outrageous and Harlan refuses to take collect calls from me. He can easily afford it but he's still mad because he claims I still owe him $36 for a story I published in 1956 when I owned a now-defunct science fiction magazine. That's his story, anyway. I have no memory of owning that magazine that neither one of us even remember the name of, so how could the story be true? Exactly. It couldn't be. And even if it was, how would I come up with $36? That's way beyond my budget! But try telling that to Harlan. But that's of no interest to anyone. And I get it. You're saying, "Greg called an old friend who happens to be dead. Yawn. Wake me up when something exciting happens." And the only other topic I have is snow. And I know to that you're saying, "It's snowing in Iowa in November? This is real news! QUICK!!!! SOMEONE CALL CNN!!!" Fair enough but that's all I have for today. Well, I do have two more things. But I might as well not have them. One is a vitally important food issue that I'm saving for tomorrow and the other is the story I'm working on right now...Which is, coincidently, one of the main reasons I called Harlan. I wanted his opinion on it and all he said was, "Why are you wasting your talents on that pornographic piece of ...?" Well, there was more. Much more. He spoke at length about it but that's all I can say here. MyLot just won't allow that kind of language. Well, there is one little part I can quote, "...but you still have a lot of potential for a deadbeat bum, who happens to be a dear, nearly lifelong friend, who won't pay his bills and if you paid me the $36 you owe me, I'd probably even say you have talent. All that being said, it kind of turned me on, so what the (Word that MyLot won't allow)? If you like it, go ahead and finish it. Then send me a copy. I might even found my own magazine so I can publish it and not pay you! That would finally make us even!" And, of course, I can't even begin to tell you what the story is about. And that's it. That's all I have. Why did I even bother coming in today?