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An Evening With Jonathan Leibowitz

Oh, man. I gotta say, the last few days have just been beating me with heavy sticks all around the head and shoulders. Head, shoulders, knees and toes. Lisa's got herself smited by a healthy dose of allergies. Afrin and Claritin, those wonders of the modern medical age, help a bit, but only just. As for the boy, he is boyish and exuberant and we wouldn't have it any other way, but man alive.

On the bright side, as far as things to look forward to go, we got a pair of tickets to see Jon Stewart in our local venue next month (a date! out! on a Saturday night!). We're quite pleased, although we're not quite sure what Mr. Stewart will be doing to earn his fee. Possibly reading from the local phone book. That's always good for a laugh.

Many words have been written in the last week. For those of you counting along, that would be:

  • Monday: 128
  • Tuesday: 137
  • Wednesday: 179
  • Thursday: 200ish, on a completely different story that I don't have on hand. Honest!
  • Friday: 157
  • Saturday: 245
  • Sunday: 167
That's just over a thousand words on my current tale, something for the new Sword & Sorceress. The words, they do accumulate. Not unlike the pine pollen covering my car. It looks like it has jaundice.

Reading: After finishing the lovely T.A. Pratt's lovely Poison Sleep (excellent! gimme the next one already!), I'm now starting on John Crowley's Little, Big.


Glad you liked the book!

You only have to wait, um, six and a half months or so for the next one.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Damn you, publishing!!!!!!!

I'll be fine.



(considers plan to crack open Tim's skull to get to the stories inside, then rejects it for logistical reasons)

Wow - Jon Stewart should be big fun!

We certainly hope so. There was an article about it in today's paper, saying he's not doing a tour, just the occasional stand-up here and there. Clearly being the host of a basic cable show doesn't pay as well as one might hope.