My immigration story was difficult, stressful, and expensive. Which is the understated English way of saying, Nightmarish, terrifying, and financially crippling. Kelley…
Read moreFor most of Thursday, our tiny micro-climate was draped in mist. On the sound, foghorns boomed. It was wonderfully melancholic. A true…
Read moreI think I’ve mentioned before that I was contacted late last year by artist Riva Lehrer who wanted to do my portrait…
Read morephoto by Eileen Gunn Ursula Le Guin gave me my very first blurb, for Ammonite. She didn’t know me from Eve, but…
Read moreBlogger’s spam protection seems to have failed lately, so I’m reluctantly moving to comment moderation. This is a hassle for everyone. Sorry….
Read moreVolcano first. I found this video today, via Historical Fiction Daily. As a PSA it’s pretty effective. I’m changing my mind about maybe…
Read moreSo I got tired of feeling shaggy and cut all my hair off: Yep, this is how I’m spending my time. That…
Read moreThe Griffith-Eskridge household is pleased to announce a fantastic new wine discovery: Conti Sertoli Salis Sassella. I’d never heard of Sassella…
Read moreRichard III was the last English monarch to die on the battlefield (Bosworth Field, 1485). Two competing stories suggest that he was…
Read moreThe Man Booker Prize 2012 shortlist was announced while I was still asleep. In the running for this year’s juicy ₤50,000 prize…
Read moreI was up early this morning. Not as early as the cat, who had appointed himself guardian of the demesne, using the…
Read moreIt’s been hot here in Seattle–unusually so for this time of year. Ninety degrees after Labor Day… It makes the days feel…
Read moreYesterday was a busy one for publishing news. It would burst my brain to tell you all of it in detail, so…
Read moreFrom: Pia You like? Yes. I’m guessing that’s a tenor ukulele, a wee bit bigger than mine–though something of the same tone…
Read moreslinging on the old uke to show it to Kelley’s folks I’ve had my ukulele exactly one week. I’ve just recorded my…
Read moreI married Kelley nineteen years ago today. She married me, too, of course. More precisely, we married each other–really: no one officiated….
Read moreIn terms of writing fiction, Irish has been the bane of my life. It’s my own fault; I’m lazy–or perhaps impatient is…
Read moreI get asked to do a lot of things for free or Just Because: to help new writers, to write blurbs for…
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