With the major house renovation slowly wrapping up, I’m starting to unpack all
the shit that’s been stowed in boxes for several weeks. I figured I’d take
this opportunity to put my own books, as well as anthologies that include my
work, together on the shelves in my office; something I’ve never really done
before. There’s another couple dozen more books to dig up, and the hundred or
so magazines featuring my short fiction will have to find a different home.
Looking at this, I am forced to admit that, after 30-some years, my plan to
become a rich and famous author overnight was a failure.
The plaques and critter are awards from the Deathrealm days. Those are happy things.
