Monthly Archives: July 2007

So, is Brenda Leigh Johnson entering menopause? That would be my diagnosis. Last night’s episode of The Closer was pretty transparent. It was obvious from early on that the murder victims weren’t killed by rivals but instead by someone they … Continue reading →

Death on the Nile was entertaining. It was fun watching my wife trying to puzzle out whodunit. I’d read the novel a long time ago and remembered enough of the plot that I knew what was going on, and it … Continue reading →

More work on the introduction this morning—I have a nearly complete first draft. I expect to get it in shape to revise tomorrow morning, unless it doesn’t rain, in which case I will be mowing the lawn. Tomorrow we’re going … Continue reading →

Watched Eureka last night. Continues to be a good show. Apparently my word-of-mouth at NECON was enough to get someone else hooked on it. Spread the news! I have a hard time looking at Olivia d’Abo as anything but sinister, … Continue reading →

I tackled editorial revisions to my story Popup Killer this morning. Got most of the way through the suggestions from Apex. About 90% of them I accepted—only quibbled over a few that are stylistic. I have a couple of plot … Continue reading →

This morning was my first trip upstairs to my office computer since last Wednesday—maybe even since Tuesday. I thought I might get some work done, but all I did was bookkeeping. Recording rejections and acceptances in my submission log, for … Continue reading →

NECON—the time of year when I am reintroduced to muscles I forgot I had, thanks to exertion at the softball game. But I’m getting ahead of myself. I met up with Charles and Cara Colyott at the Philadelphia airport and … Continue reading →

Probably won’t be reading or writing much online for the next several days. I have a crack-of-dawn flight tomorrow and get in to my destination at the end of the afternoon. I’ll have limited internet access on Friday and Saturday, … Continue reading →

At least the pages and blogs I frequent, I suspect, since so many of those responsible will be heading for NECON on Thursday. Why do we go to conventions? That’s the question I explore in this month’s Storytellers Unplugged essay. … Continue reading →

…and cranes or herons. A medium-sized wading bird that bears a vague resemblance to a roadrunner in its coloration has moved into our neighborhood. It stands stock still in the water-filled ditches. If it’s looking for fish, it’s SOL, but … Continue reading →