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The Writing LIfe. You know, there was a big frou frou when people switched from typewriters to word processors. And there’s been another frou frou about contractual rights pertaining to the internet (when a print mag buys FNASR, First North American Serial Rights, does that cover the internet? Are people who are buying stories paying

Mrs. Kurtz ran into a dead end, but she hasn’t died. I wrote the last segment, and it sucked. I haven’t forgotten.

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