Jane leaned back against the counter and stared at the ceiling. At the traditional location of God, no matter what the planet.

Writing day and night for months… that’s hard.

Jane leaned back against the counter and stared at the ceiling. At the traditional location of God, no matter what the planet.

A year of ending and beginning, a year of loss and finding... and all of you were with me through the storm. I drink your health, your wealth, your fortune for long years to come, and I hope for many more days in which we can gather like this.

I do not think any SFWA communication should come anywhere NEAR the internet.

Nothing's hopeless except never trying.

Honor to the earth," the abbot said, "honor to the dead in the passing of the year; honor to the living, in the coming of the new. A Great Year passes tonight. A new one begins. Let the good that is old continue and let the rest perish.