Glimpsed a hedgehog tonight in the garden. It stopped dead on the terrasse when I turned the light on, looked at us for a few seconds, then ran for its life. They run fast, those hedgehogs. Wish there was a way to show them some gratefulness without scaring them away. If not for them, the garden would be a heaven for snails.

Sister’s going to Oklahoma tomorrow. If anyone hears about a conference in the University of Oklahoma sometime next year (preferably one that could accomodate an article on speculative fiction), I’d be ever so thankful to know.

Never write about important things first.


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