I am home and alive. The Santa Cruz crowds downtown were impressively mellow. I’m officially impressed. Didn’t see or hear a single shopper freak-out. I think we were all so glad to have had the torrential rains end, that was enough. Continue reading
Frankie, the slightly chubby Chihuahua, has just returned after a madcap twenty minutes with his doggie brethren running up and down the fence of our property barking madly at nothing, making sure no falling leaves or squirrels have violated our borders. Continue reading
Life is a well-organized conspiracy against my tranquility. Continue reading
Off to the airport. I may not get a chance to post for a few days — very busy trip. If not, remember me as I was, huge, tanned, heroic, and extremely sensible. Remember? Continue reading
You can tell I’m in the fiction-factory groove, because I only sent off the first draft of HAPPY HOUR yesterday and already I’m trying to figure out what’s going to happen in the next one. Continue reading
It’s Monday. Time to strap on the Russian bear-fighting suit and get back to work… Continue reading