Science Fiction. Progressive Christianity. And Other Improbable Optimisms.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Figgy Sees a Balloon
The Great Reno Balloon races are this weekend, and this year, a number of balloons came right over our house. The cats were both fascinated and alarmed, especially since at close range, hot-air balloons sound like Darth Vader.
SF/fantasy writer. English professor. Episcopalian. Licensed lay preacher. Hospital volunteer offering spiritual care in the ER. Spinner, weaver, knitter.
And a few other things, less easily labeled. The title of this blog is a phrase John Clute used to describe the plots of my first two novels. It both amused and annoyed me, and I finally decided to reclaim it as a badge of honor. Would you prefer rickety contrivances of doing bad?