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And white. And blue. Also green, gold, orange, and even sometimes purple. Just got back from a Meetup BBQ up in the Foothills, right up on almost the last block before the National Forest begins and houses stop. Thanks to our lovely and excellent hostess Lindsay we had the perfect vantage point to watch the show: [...] Yes, I admit it. I went there. I named my subconscious. What I can’t believe is that I blabbed about it. (And yes, I know it’s not midnight here. Indulge me. If you read Wild Cards, you know I have no power over Sixties rock lyrics.) Anyway, Emma Dog and I went to walk in one of our [...] I get a new book proposal out. Hopefully money coming in will ensue. I’m still flying, if flying low. Plus: cute pet picture! Sandhill cranes conspire to bust out of the wildfowl preserve! Gee, I hope not. And I can’t literally be. I was sound asleep and Emma Dog roused me crying to go outside; that’s the only reason I’m up and around at this Godless hour. When Emma wants out, I let her out. I’m just going to say she’s a big dog, and let it go [...] I need to be better about updating my blog. So here’re some quick and semi-random notes. First, I’m hustling to polish off my story for the new standalone Wild Cards anthology, Fort Freak. It’s kind of a Sidney Lumet yarn: lots of conversation and conspiracy, then somebody gets shot. But light-hearted. No, really. Mostly. It does get [...] Yesterday, walking through the Vineyard on an incredible autumn afternoon after brunch at García’s at 4th and Mountain, Joe asked how my square foot garden experiment had gone. I said I’d have to call it a success. Wouldn't you? That’s only a relatively small part of it – just what I picked today. I’ve [...] If you are or can reasonably contrive to be in the Greater Albuquerque area tomorrow, Friday, August 28th, this is all ye know and all ye need know! Beam this one up, Scotty. I'll be in my cabin. (Photo courtesy of baaadasssscomics.) But just because you’re you, and I’m swell, I’ll give you more info. [...] Emma Dog and I were walking south down Bear’s Ditch, headed back for the car on a pleasant summer evening, when we encountered a Mama Mallard and her family of maybe 6-8 adorable ducklings. Like these. They happened to be approaching a culvert beneath a dirt road. Mama Mallard steered the brood expertly clear. Except for [...] |
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