I’ve just moved into a new house. I spent fourteen hours yesterday hauling the rest of my stuff from the old house, and in the back of my closet I discovered a six-page brainstorming session from my, eh… younger days that eventually became the short story With New Eyes. Years later, I discovered that said short story and my epistolary “Time Remaining” blog went together … Continue reading Effugium: Beginnings
When I was in fourth grade, way back in 1987, My family and I took a trip to Florida. While there, we visited Kennedy Space Center. We always stopped and checked out sites of historical significance while traveling, and I was absolutely thrilled to finally be visiting this one, which I’d read so much about. I was really into space. Most likely this was sparked … Continue reading The future I still dream
Maybe I’ll shave my chin and turn my beard into some kickass muttonchops! 😂 …or, you know, maybe not do that. Continue reading I’m starting to look like Isaac Asimov
Originally posted on Patrick Walts:
I love the smell of old books. I love the smell of old comic books and magazines, the finely aged newsprint, baked yellow by time. And when I open one and lift it to my nostrils for a gentle little sniff, I’m flooded with a sense of nostalgia, sometimes even for eras that were already long gone by the time… Continue reading Hidden Treasure
I love the smell of old books. I love the smell of old comic books and magazines, the finely aged newsprint, baked yellow by time. And when I open one and lift it to my nostrils for a gentle little sniff, I’m flooded with a sense of nostalgia, sometimes even for eras that were already long gone by the time I arrived on the scene. … Continue reading Hidden Treasure
