When people tell you about their weekend in the Hamptons, remember that the truth of it is all traffic…
neighbors blaring Katy Perry…the construction next door…
as well as 45-minute deli lineups. 
And, only if they’re lucky, maybe 10 minutes of what they claim.
Monthly Archives: September 2017
Seven-Week Writing Session Done
Seven straight weeks of writing an average of 3-5 hours a day, culminating in 55,000 words, more than half of my second science fiction work has left me feeling empty. 
I think that I have done something – a summer well spent – and then I think, “So much for what?”
Ice Friday: Margret Wittmer’s “Floreana”
Margret Wittmer was an early pioneer in the Galapagos, arriving on Floreana Island in 1935:
At the end of July, 1938, I was working in the garden when I heard zooming sound overhead, I could see two airplanes somewhere over Floreana and then nothing but a vibration in the air. For a long time, we stood on the hill looking in the direction from which the planes had come.
The next morning, just as we were finishing breakfast, Sergio came panting in, waving two letters, one from the President of the United States, Franklin D. Roosevelt. “I am on board the United States Cruiser Houston, and radioed two of our escort planes to fly above your farm with a signal that we would come to Black Beach. I hoped you would come down there and we could take you out on the Houston in a launch. Unfortunately she was there two hours without your turning up. I shall hope to make you acquaintance another time.”