Lynn Abbey's Blog, page 15

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Considering that the first time I visited the county where I’m now living, we were still living in the era of separate fountains, restrooms, and schools and the elected sheriff made no secret of his Klan sympathies, I never imagined that I’d have the opportunity to help deliver Florida to Barrack Obama.
Honestly, I hoped, but [...:]

Where to start when something comes to an unequivocable end?
At the beginning? I met Bob Asprin in the early spring of 1976 at Lunacon, a New York City science-fiction convention. We hit it off pretty much from the moment we made eye contact.
At the end? Bob died yesterday afternoon (May 22, 2008). A peaceful death, [...:]

One of the things that I’d always intended to do with my blog was make notes about what I’ve been reading, because it’s a rare writer who isn’t a voracious reader.
I usually have at least two books in progress: one fiction, one non-fiction. Fiction by my bed, non-fiction in the bathroom. (I find it easier [...:]

It’s been a long couple of weeks, not to mention an expensive couple of weeks (Who ever heard of a $150 bottle of cough syrup?) but I’m finally starting to feel like myself again. I’ve stopped coughing from my toes and when I go to bed, I no longer think that there’s a Geiger Counter [...:]

I’ve got bronchitis. This is nothing new; according to my doctor, I’ve had bronchitis for over a month now. Back in February I came down with a cold, or maybe a type-B flu, either way, I dutifully waited seven days before going to a walk-in clinic for some antibiotics, because there’s no sense in wasting [...:]

The Kennedy Space Complex sits fifty miles, more or less, due east of the “Wuthering Heights” parking lot, This doesn’t give us a bird’s eye view of Shuttle launches, but it’s usually worth going downstairs to watch them streak away. (We can see other rocket launches, too, but they’re so much smaller that it can [...:]

For the third week in a row, I spent Saturday on the east coast. This time it was a meeting of the Orange Blossom Sampler Guild. There were twelve of us at the meeting, most of whom had driven to the coast from the Orlando area. We moved the meetings to Cocoa because we’d been [...:]

I should be working…in the sense of writing words for “real” publication rather than words for my blog, but once I get in experiment mode, it can be difficult to stop.
The current experiment is something called “Zoundry,” because, as noted, previously, I’m not doing this for myself, but with the idea that I’m going to [...:]

Almost every morning for the last eleven months — usually while I’m going about my morning chores: making coffee, feeding the cat (undoing whatever chaos she’s created overnight), retrieving emails and the newspaper — I get a great idea for a blog entry. I’ll even parse it out in my head…formatting, graphics, all that [...:]