My memory has never been good. Well, maybe that’s not the right description. I could remember things fine, given enough time. When I was in grade school and junior high, we still had these things called film strips in classes. During some lessons, the teacher would bring in a film projector, darken the room and … Continue reading
In case you haven’t been paying attention, Saturday was the twentieth anniversary of 9/11. This was one of those days that sticks with people – maybe more like a week or two, really. I had gone into work in Dallas early, and so was sitting at my desk when I started seeing reports of a … Continue reading
This post is late. I usually write each piece a day or two before posting. I started this one on Friday, but then I totally lost track of the days. That’s right – essentially, three days went by without me realizing it. I could attribute it to living in this Covid-changed world, where the normal … Continue reading
I write fiction. I am often asked (even by myself) where these ideas and characters come from. We are all different – what goes on in our minds, what we decide to let out. Each of us exerts a certain amount of control over our unbidden thoughts. Some people don’t have any (or are totally … Continue reading
There was a time in my life when I had dreams. No, that isn’t quite the right way to put it. I have dreams now. I wake with them teasing my awareness, like those people you see out of the corner of your eye, who are gone by the time you turn your head and … Continue reading
After I finished listening to Fool Moon, I decided to give a listen to what I believe was an Audible. The Space Race, narrated by Kate Mulgrew, was a combination of the history of the space race between the United States and the old U.S.S.R., the combined activities since the dissolution of the Soviet Union, … Continue reading
I give a lot of thought to dementia and Alzheimer’s. It could be because my wife has an aunt with the latter, or due to hearing of prominent people (Ronald Regan, Terry Pratchett) who have wound up with it. Then again, it’s more likely on my mind because my own memory always seems to be … Continue reading
I talk frequently about being immortal. How would you prove I’m not… TO ME. You can’t just wait until I die (of NATURAL causes, mind you) and then say, “SEE BILL, YOU AREN’T IMMORTAL, ARE YOU?” – because if you were right, I wouldn’t hear you say it. Of course, I might hear you from … Continue reading
No, not what you think… We all have memories of how things were when we were younger (just as a frame of reference, we were ALWAYS younger in the past, so the two are synonymous), and we call it nostalgic when we’re talking about memories of a time when we think things were better. My … Continue reading
“In Robert’s Memory” started out with the idea of a sort of Titanic in space, awaiting rescue after a calamity. The pun of a title may have been the germ of the story – but I’m not sure. This is a story about a ship’s computer whose memory becomes contaminated by human inhabitants. In a … Continue reading
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