In the Multiverse of Atlanta-ness

I recently attended Multiverse, a cozy literary convention in Peachtree Village, one of the innumerable bedroom communities of Atlanta. It was absolutely delightful. The con runners were kind and energetic,…

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That One Guy . . .

At any writer-heavy convention you can almost always find that one breakfast table where a bunch of authors congregate and bullshit together. Ah . . . tell stories together. There are typically…

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More or Less Stupid

I got a call from a reporter for a local magazine last week, wanting an interview for their September cover story. Because I am a writer who prefers cave life…

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What is the Gordian?

Writers like to talk about how nutty their search histories are. How we’re probably all on FBI watch lists and our spouses would run in fear if it weren’t for…

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Married in EPCOT

In the old-timey days when phones didn’t leave the house, Lena and I took our first trip to EPCOT together. I did a video about that trip and our time…

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The Umbrella

Back around the time Lena and I were first married, she worked for a guy named Mike, who owned a magazine. Mike wasn’t a bad guy …well, okay. Mike was a bad…

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To Catch a Panda

Not long ago, I had my Apple credit card number stolen. (I think it happened when I was getting gas at an unfamiliar station, but who really knows.) At any…

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Living Forever

I have a somewhat arbitrary goal of writing a minimum of twenty books before I stop, and given the low bar for the job, that likely means when I die.…

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The Star Trek Lamp

A while back, long enough ago that I am no longer worried about anyone involved reading this, Lena and I entertained fairly regularly. We’d have couples over and take return…

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