Science Fiction. Progressive Christianity. And Other Improbable Optimisms.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Beach!
We're hanging out here on the beach at Santa Cruz, which is full of people and seagulls and pelicans, and sailboats -- which my father would love -- on the water. The beach doesn't have rocks or shells, a demerit in my book, but it's still lovely.
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?
You're having a wonderful time---wish I was there!
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