I've been cleaning out my apartment in anticipation of moving at the end of the month. In the sifting through of junk I've found a few interesting things which I'll share here in lieu of actually writing something. (I'm tired... and lazy.)

First, here are a few personal ads which I put in the local City paper years ago. I met many people through these.

Reticent, jeans-and-t-shirt SWM, 32, seeks mature SF, 25-35, post-punkster, neo-60’s flower child, Eurotrash, groovy professional, or just the slightly freaky. Must have a wickedly sharp mind and the energy to drag me places. Aimless drifters welcome. Into writing fiction a plus.

SWPM, 33, 5’6”, 140lbs, into fitness, dancing, biking, writing, music, email, cultural things, and new things ISO SF for aforesaid. Should be bright, open-minded, fun, headstrong, hopefully creative, maybe eccentric.

And here’s a little note I got from one of my authors when I was an editor and had decided to take a new job. It was a nice note, one which you rarely get during a career.

Dear Dan — It was with a heavy heart that I read your letter of 12/11/98 that you would be changing jobs. You have been the finest person and editor I've had in about 30 years of dealing with the publishers. You were always there when I needed your advice, judgment and common sense. You supported me in all my ideas except when there were good reasons not to, which you explained in detail. I sincerely hope that your job change is a promotion to the top as you are needed there! If I can support you in any way, I'd be thrilled to do so. I hate to lose you as a sounding board for my thoughts and hope we can continue to work together! I fee like I've lost a good friend and I will miss you! Best Regards.

That's all for tonight.