There are other blogs. As I was making comments on a romance blog, Smart Bitches, I was thinking how wonderful it is that finally, finally, we who read romances and love romances have places where we can talk about romances. You might think that editorial meetings provide that place, but…
Somebody I do not know announced on a writers’ info loop that she was mentioned in a friend’s blog. I’m afraid I reacted with unbecoming cynicism. First, this is not news. This is the kind of thing you tell your mother, not a loop of other writers. Second, for a…
If I thought that this blog would be the blog o’ short bits, I am now thoroughly convinced otherwise. I just have so much to say. Which is ironic–really–because when I wrote letters to comic books back in the dawn of time, I wrote most of them on postcards. Typed,…
I got a letter today from an old friend. Recently, I sent her the letters she wrote me when we were in college. Back then we kept up a constant stream, and aside from the fluctuations of individual happiness, we were on the same page. Full of dreams and wanting…
My post about my mother’s books made some of you worry that she had died. But no, she’s going strong at 95. Aside from advanced dementia, she is very healthy. Maybe she’ll live to be 100. So why dispose of her books and other items? This happens under various circumstances…
I dug into my box of old Marvel Comics memories the other day. I am still reeling from the negative vibes of that encounter with my past. Sarcastic memos flung far and wide, sturm und drang from every direction. Bad stuff happening to many people. Bad stuff perpetrated by many…
Turns out there were lots of hilarious Jimmy Olsen stories. Mostly drawn by the wonderful Curt Swan, they often featured glamorous women who wanted a romance with Jimmy. These beauties, usually from outer space, would always be disappointments. Jimmy’s new love would be a plasma person, or 20 feet tall,…
I’m planning to go through all my Jimmy Olsen comics tonight, to decide once and for all if I am keeping any of them. Otherwise, these tales of an immature lad, which probably equate to Naruto in the mangas–always screwing up, always needing a rescue–may go the way of other…
I went to an IRS office today. Voluntarily. It was dead silent. One agent was assisting the public. As I waited my turn, a couple of people showed up to make a line of three of us. Fifteen minutes later, we all went away satisfied. It’s not going to be…
Here’s a funny thing. A while back, Google decided that I was being talked about on the Internet sufficiently to receive utterly nonsensical Google Alerts. Most of these alerts are of incoherent listings with my first name and something completely random. But every once in a while, they are links…
