Updated: Nov 13, 2017
. . . and space, and odd-angled corners of my imagination
Now two years since my first published speculative fiction story, with a number of stories in print, editing for an online magazine and an upcoming anthology, having been a panelist at a few conventions and a couple more to come, and having the greatest time interacting with authors, editors, publishers, and fans . . . it's time to have a home on the web.
Okay, a cottage, actually. It's small, but warm and, yes, that's home-made challah you smell rising in the oven, and a couple comfy chairs by the hearth.
I've loaded up a few recent posts from my author's Facebook page and you can still link there to find older ones concerning my convention adventures, the manly squees over story acceptances and appearances as well as the friends I meet, and time portal glimpses to the creative influences of my past:. samples of my university newspaper cartoon strip, musings on the stories and authors and family and teachers who inspired me, and the like.
These are my home's foundation. My foundation.
And while my cottage is fairly well-appointed as I approach the start of my seventh decade, there is still space on the wall to hang new pictures, a few empty spaces on the shelves, and (per my loving spouse) plenty that can be got rid of -- "to make room for more," I say to myself but not so she can hear. ;)
Make yourself at home.
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made. --Rabbi Ben Ezra, Robert Browning (1864)