Okay, I’ve filed 64 pages of script this week, wrote 10 pages in eight hours today, and had the time to print off this article from the Encyclopaedia Of SF that I first read in the winter of 1980 and found online last night, and pasted it into a notebook to ponder once again. Doing all right over here.

That book was a Christmas present. I lived inside it for months, probably years. I learned about hundreds, thousands of things I never even knew existed. Such an amazing thing for me.