I dreamed about V. P. last night (to the tune of "I Dreamed About Ray Charles Last Night.*")
I dreamed that at the workshop, I had a box set of crack-spined paperbacks of a high fantasy tetralogy in blank verse and play format by Steve Brust and Patrick Nielsen Hayden, written in memoriam of Mike Ford.
The first volume was wonderful. It ended on a cliffhanger, and someone had taken the second one away somewhere!
And I'm pretty sure Patrick and Steve were avoiding me, so I couldn't ask them what happened.
It was a weird dreams night all around, but that was the best/worst one.
*Which is actually titled "Spider Web"