I didn't post anything. I didn't understand what this Pixel-day was. What is it?

I know you had graciously asked to read that last Jake story I had done in my four-hour break, and I'd be glad to send you it (though when I write Jake stories, they tend to be so spare, no lush luxurious poetry in them). I'm always afraid to send them because of the subject matter, but you've read him before. I'm not quite sure what I think of it yet; it needs some space.