So… Somebody posted to the comments that I should go to jury duty and report.  And I did.  Go to jury duty, that is.  So here’s the report. First, you have to understand that I really and truly hate the parking situation at and around the Superior Court.  I’m not interested in parking in the…

The good news is that when I woke up this morning, only one of my eyes was welded shut.  It’s still an enormous pain in the rear, and it almost certainly means that I’m  having trouble concentrating, having trouble reading, and having trouble writing. And I’m finishing a book, and I’m due to go in…

Yesterday, I had a lot of running around to do, of the drive three hundred places, eat up seven hours and get very little done variety.  And during that, I took some time off to sit down in the Barnes and Noble cafe and have one of those silly frappacino things, just to sort of…

It is, in fact, much later in the day than I usually write anything, but it’s been insane from off, and I’m just glad I got Gregor done and in the box (metaphorically, these days) before my allergies exploded and I had to go lie down with ice on my eyes again. But it’s later…

I’m sorry to be so incommunicado here lately.  I have this really weird allergic thing that happens to my eyes in very hot weather, and it’s been very hot weather nearly all summer now.  I get up to work on Gregor for a while, and then my eyes swell nearly shut, and I have to…

Well–let’s start here.  I don’t have a desired word count when I write.  There’s always a minimum, beneath which your publisher doesn’t think you actually have a book, but I get past that without too much trouble. And no, the mysteries are no more complicated–but then I’ve never read or written mystery novels for the…

One of the odd things about writing a book–for me, at least–is that I often get to the point of having to stop before I’m ready to stop there. Which is a sentence which makes very little sense, I know. I think the problem is that when I start to write a book, the project…

I don’t know how much I’m going to be able to say here today.  Yesterday it was some ridiculous kind of hot, and this morning it’s still pretty awful, and my eyes are getting that weird allergy reaction they have every once in a while.  I managed to get my Gregor work done for the…

So, in the middle of all this, I finished reading the Peter Unger book, and I went rummaging around until I found a copy of Current Issues and Enduring Questions, which I knew had a copy of Peter Singer’s essay “Famine, Affluence and Morality.” For what it’s worth, that book also reprints Garrett Hardin’s “The…

Mary Agnes’s funeral is today, and it’s a long drive.  To get there, I’m going to have to get into the car and go no later than seven o’clock, and I should leave earlier.  So I’m feeling a little addled. I agree with a lot of what Robert said about Unger and the myriad problems…