Concluding the harrowing tale of how Julie met my family for the first time.
Going through a bunch of old stuff for last week’s column, I found this story. Thought I’d share it here. It originally saw print in a magazine called CARAVAN about fourteen years ago.
So, presented once again. From the archives, a tale of terror… the weekend when Julie met my mother.
So I have a novel coming out this week that I spent the last few months writing. But in another way, it’s taken forty years to really FINISH. Here’s how it happened.
Wrapping up the bookscouting road trip, including one of the more surprising finds we’ve run across in all our years of doing this.
The promised bookscouting column is coming, but in the meantime, you might enjoy these items of interest.
ROAD TRIP! On the thinnest of business excuses, Julie and I inflated a brief meeting into three days of goofing off.
Every time DC comics reinvents itself, I’m hoping it’ll be one of the GOOD ones. Like Superman and Batman in 1971, or Swamp Thing and the Titans in the 1980s, or Starman and the JLA in the 1990s. So what about the latest run at it, REBIRTH?