On the question of relaunch/update/et cetera

Since last I complained reported, we’ve had a few more knocks. More doctoring, more weirdness. I may have gallstones or sludge (my favorite diagnosis ever. I have sludge!).

Oh, and I have a hernia. That’s okay, though. My intestines just wanted to poke their head out, have a look around. Who can blame them?

Despite this, and a setback in terms of my strategy, the relaunch proceeds apace. For the record, the relaunch will include Lovelace 1/2, Interviewing Trey and Corbett-877. So yes, there will be more.

And they will be free to read, right on Banter Latte. I won’t force you to pay for the rest of the story you’ve already started. That’s what we in the industry would call a ‘dick move.’

How much more?

That will still depend on you. I’ll put together a post soon, explaining how the new site will work.

There will be a bunch of other stuff. Reprints and rebroadcasts. And consolidations — but organized so folks won’t need to get caught up in the whole if they just want parts.

And there will also be serials — some all new stuff (well, some of it will seem pretty familiar, but still). That will be paid, but I hope folks will think it’s worth it.

really hope that, actually. My costs are going up in all of this. A few people donated money to me (and that has been amazingly cool and helpful), but what I really want are things that people can get that will give me the happy monies.

Still, Andi, Lee and Chapman will all be back. That’s perhaps the most important takeaway.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go apply heat to my gut, so I can gently encourage my insides to go back inside.

Five tweets of interest to those waiting patiently for Banter Latte’s return….

New Year’s Day, or “oh crap.”

“Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.” –John Lennon

It was the worst sound I had ever heard in my life. The most horrifying, hideous noise in the universe. It was a sound I’ve literally heard in my nightmares for months since then.

And it came from my wife’s throat.

It was, weirdly enough, New Year’s Day. Day one of 2014. And we had plans.

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