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Nov 2, 2006
Hobart, NY, US
I know that the world's in a terrifying state. So why do I feel so optimistic and upbeat? Maybe it's because I'm happily writing for a living. Maybe it's because we have - finally! - a fantastic President. Maybe it's because spring has sprung. Whatever the reason, I'm happy to be alive on this planet at this moment in time.
Update 11/09 - The Phoebe came back and created a nest in the eaves of my cabin.
I haven't read about Global Warming lately, because I've had How-To-Stay-Warm-In-My-House on my mind. Doesn't mean I don't care anymore, it's just that thinking about it was a luxury. Lately, it's all about financial survival. I hope to get back to serious worrying about the planet's fate quite soon.
I'm currently developing a kids' detective story with my local writing group. The horror story is on hold, but will get back to it soon when horror is fun again.
The bird on my page is a Phoebe that I rehabilitated last summer. Phoebes are flycatchers - they catch bugs on the wing. Her parents pushed her from the nest in a desperate attempt to save her from the infestation of bird mites that had killed her sibling. Then they left, and left me with a week old baby. I gave her a little warm milk & sugar just to get her swallowing, and then moved her onto soaked cat kibble - the rehabber's food of choice. She opened her eyes two days later and I could tell I was not what she expected. When it was time to fledge, I put her in my cabin so she could learn to fly in safety. I captured moths from my screen door, and stocked the cabin so she could learn to feed herself. When she was finally ready to be out on her own, I still walked near the cabin several times a day to give her hand-outs. She would fly through the forest to greet me - there's no feeling like it in the world. Then one day she didn't want anything to do with me, and I knew my job was done.
When I'm not scaring myself to death by reading books like "The Weather Makers" about the human impact on the planet, I'm writing a horror story set in the Catskills. It's about good old supernatural stuff, not the truly horrific stuff the scientists are telling us.
I love surfing around on ThisNext. It's more informative about what's new & hip than reading a magazine or watching TV, more efficient than window-shopping, more addictive than Snood, and my number one favorite avoidance activity when I've got business paperwork to do.