The machine was old when I bought it, and I’ve had it for more years than I want to remember. It came to me in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where I was living at the time—a California girl who followed her boyfriend … Continue reading
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I have on occasion contributed a series to this blog called “Raised in a Barn.” It is a loose series of anecdotes about my, um, colorful childhood, spent between Greenwich Village (in the 1960s) and the converted barn in rural … Continue reading
As part of the process of downsizing prior to moving house, I had to go through a packet of parental artifacts passed from sister to sister to me. It was my sad job to off-load 1940’s dance cards, 1950’s business … Continue reading
After any extreme event, ever since the advent of print (I’m sure before as well, but it’s more difficult to find the evidence) people have penned their memoirs. For the longest time the ones considered significant were those written by … Continue reading
Pard Gets a New Catnip Mouse The Annals of Pard XXI by Ursula K. Le Guin Don’t worry, I can hold my catnip. I am perfectly steady on my feet. … Continue reading
A thoughtful, truthful autobiography, translated from the Feline by Ursula K. Le Guin.
Continue readingI have been a full time writer since 2005. During that time, I’ve penned eight original or shared-world novels, had four of them published (with a fifth due out in July) and am working sporadically on a ninth book (well, and … Continue reading
It’s a mark of how far Book View Café has come over the past four years that we’re now releasing our second German language edition. Sherwood Smith’s Crown Duel was the first – Kronenduell came out a few months back. … Continue reading
Vonda recently said something about hectograph and asked if I remembered it. I wrote back to her: Oh do I remember hectograph. We had one when I was 12 or so. My brother Karl used it most; I think … Continue reading
This is a house-hunting extract from my true crime memoir, Nous Sommes Anglais, to be published later this month. During my two-week house hunting expedition I discovered that the rural French builder had a flair for the unusual. And a hankering … Continue reading