Science Fiction. Progressive Christianity. And Other Improbable Optimisms.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Squatter
While cleaning my study, I decided to use a box for miscellaneous-papers-to-be-sorted-later. But, of course, a furry marauder jumped in and claimed it as his own. All boxes rightfully belong to cats. What was I thinking?
Former English professor, changing careers to go into social work. SF/fantasy writer. 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?
So are laundry baskets! Even more so if they are full, no matter dirty or clean. :)
ReplyDeletePets for the "I've found my box" Harley cat!
Joy!
Lee