Man, I wish Rebecca McAvoy would start writing again. She was an all-time favourite of mine, but she came and went so quickly. Come to think of it, all my most favourite sci-fi and fantasy authors were women. That’s odd, considering that no-one disses sci-fi more than women IME.
Can anyone advise me as to what I should do when I’m in a room full of so-called adults, ages anything between 40 and 80, and they’re all going nuts over the latest Harry Bugrin’ Potter? Scotty as yet has not yielded to my demands to have me beamed up…
This brings to mind a verse from one of my favorite Michael Franks songs:
Dead blue-eyed childhood got lost in the wild wood
One day with the queen of mistakes
Paid my dues plenty and I’m no longer twenty
Still kissing luck’s hand for a break
Life’s little highway has its ups and downs
You will laugh and then you will cry
But whenever some bad weather brings you down
You just climb on your music and fly