Hello everyone! My short story, “Into a Bloody Susurrus,” is up at Persistent Visions. If you have a few minutes and are interested in taking a look, you can check it out over there online. At first I thought he wanted me for my body, the man with a handlebar mustache in a red wool…
The last few months have been busy but good.
The doctor comes in. She does a good job. About ten to twenty percent of women have non-viable pregnancies. About half those miscarry naturally. She’s quiet, thorough, professional, and kind. I cry. I can’t help it. It’s embarrassing.
I had a great time at Cascade Writers Workshop – thank you again, to the organizers – and would like to say that Cascade was a fun event that I recommend.
I’ll be attending the Cascade Writers Workshop at the end of this week.
I’ll be attending Westercon / Gearcon in Portland, OR, July 1 – 4, 2016, as a panelist.
I don’t know if it’s just me but there’s something about writing my own obituary that cheers me up. Here’s a few Langley Hyde obits, for your reading enjoyment.
On February 22, 1866, the New York Times writes that ice harvesting in the Hudson had just finished in Upstate New York.
To write originally and to write well, I have to save experiences. This year, I’ve withdrawn more experiences from the brain bank than I’ve deposited.
In which I talk about bad cures and terrible remedies in the 19th century like mercury, kerosene, and lead. This is Victorian medicine at its worst.