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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As often as I’m able, I like to sit on panels at conventions and talk to a whole roomful of people about writing and humor and publication and all that…
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Two weeks ago I fell down the stairs. Loudly. Dramatically. With just bucketloads of cursing. Our laundry machines are in the basement. (Why we have a basement in Florida next to a…
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Be nervous when the UPS guy shows up with a hand truck. The UPS guy is bigger than you and knows how to handle heavy boxes. A hand truck means…
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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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