Yesterday, Harlan Ellison died. I want to write something about how much Harlan meant to me, about his acts of kindness towards me, his friendship and encouragement, about his importance to my own work, about how I never stopped being in awe (and a little afraid) of him. He was a giant, and the best I have ever managed is to stand on the shoulders ( Read more... )

Mostly sunny, but the chill has returned, here in June. It's only 64˚F, a good twenty degrees cooler than this time yesterday ( Read more... )

Not much to say this morning. We're getting ready to leave tomorrow. Since I'll be working the whole time, I feel as if I'm taking half my office with me. Outside it's cold. We're going some place even colder. But there are mountains and tall trees to hide the weight of the sky and to soothe my mind ( Read more... )

With the shutdown looming large, I applaud President Obama for standing his ground.

Also, went out for brunch at the Classic Café, and it's almost as strange to be eating out in public this early in the day as it is to be talking politics,

Yesterday, I did 1,226 words on the first chapter of Cherry Bomb, and I'm now about 1/7th of the way through ( Read more... )