Ray Babies like to crawl around naked.

In the mail. In the interested of Science, I’ve sent “One Cool Million,” in its shortened form, to On Spec. Ok, ok, I’ll send it tomorrow. Post office closed, sort of fing.

Neat! I always knew those Canadians kicked ass. On Spec is a Canadian SciFi print magazine that has graciously posted a list of Thou-shalt-nots and the related Turkey City Lexicon. But here’s the cool stuff. My brother-in-law Mike (hi, Mike!) gave us a copy of the book Complete Idiot’s Guid to Publishing Science Fiction. I

Now! With YACCS comments!

Hoot Island. The folks at Hoot Island have seen my story…and I think they like it. I’m working on the frame story over the weekend and sending it back to them. Keep your legs crossed for me, will ya?

Mrs. Kurtz, On Hold, part the fourth. Note: The hubby’s name has been changed to Marcus. Mrs. Kurtz squealed. “Marcus!” “What about it, woman? Can’t you see I’m busy?” Marcus flipped through a copy of the TV Guide. “Fine,” she said. He wanted to watch cable television when he could have been using the internet,

Graduation! Ray’s too big for the infant car seat. The straps just won’t stretch any more. She’s too long. Today: the big carseat. The sitty-uppy carseat. The forward-facing carseat. For some reason, I keep hearing George Thorogood songs in my head.

Writers? Maybe this is you. Do you remember all the people, as you were growing up, that were going to be writers? What happened to them? Especially that one kid in junior high–oh so much cooler than I–who wrote that great sci-fi military story, the one I dared criticise, because I just do? I started

Deep thought. Not that this is saying much, but I’m more practical than I used to be. I’m not sucked into things so much. I don’t miss it. Except for those few times I’m reminded of mystical things, deeper meanings, symbols. Magic. I don’t feel magic the way I used to. I’m not as spiritual.

A creature of habit. Before I forget, here are some of the things Ray’s doing: Banging two rocks together. Or anything. Making a race for the plug-ins, mouse/keyboard cords, and the kitty’s tail. And getting closer every day. Picking up things and shaking the hell out of them. If she likes them. Putting everything in