Only a couple of blog entries for last year, but here they are.
2010
We have landed!
It has now been exactly one week since we moved into our new house. The movers came on Friday with the last of our Sthufff and I've been digging out ever since. If you've written to me and I haven't gotten back to you, this is why. I have to find my desk. It's here, somewhere.
But this is also a state of bliss for me and for Bill. In particular, I like to pack and unpack and then figure out how to turn my space from a hoarder's paradise back into our regular life. It's a life that's packed tight and full, but things do get done. We missed our weekly radio show last Saturday, but I think the next issue of the magazine won't be too long in coming.
Thanksgiving! Hannukah! Christmas! New Years! There will be guilt.
Finally, and at long last!
The issue is off press now, and is being bundled and packaged and shipped out to one and all. Finally! You will be receiving your issue #154 in the mail in a week or so, and as soon as we get our office copies we will be sending them out to new subscribers. It's a doozy.
We are both a huge and a tiny organization, blended into one long-standing entity. When I say "huge," I'm referring to the hundreds, probably thousands of contributors who help to make this magazine the premier voice for the unknown, the unknowable, the strange, the weird.
It is through individual voices that we tell our story, and this month's issue is indicative of that process. A woman who is using "Emma Woods" as her pseudonym tells her story, written through the creative prism of Jeremy Vaeni. It is gripping and vivid. Her antagonist in her story, David Jacobs, has declined to answer. If he should ever change his mind, his own story will be in our pages.
And when I say that our organization is "tiny," I only mean that the final deadlines are met and missed by me, your editor. All blame must settle here, and I am hoping to create the next issue in a more timely fashion. I'm working on it now, for a December appearance.
Now, I will get ready for tonight's Future Theater show, and we're going to talk to the writer who predicted that mass hysteria that gripped the nation this past Wednesday. It may become a feature in an issue to come ... stay tuned!
Labor is for the lucky ...
It really is a wonderful thing to have a job.
It's a wonderful thing to be alive.
Historical working: my mom.
The real, the rich world ...
In the middle of trying to put together the current issue of UFO Magazine, I am also trying to put together our life. There is the abstract world of ideas and words and deadlines ... and there is the concrete world of trees, grass, shadows, and sunlight. Which one do I live in?
We are still house-hunting, and we are still unsure about our future. If we do move, there will be packing, and right now I'm also looking at a very scary word: pruning. As in getting rid of stuff. Going through old files and making a decision: Will this piece of paper be something I wish I had kept? Will I be forever sad that I let it go?
How long is forever? Are there deadlines? Stay tuned.
We're looking pretty good, I think ...
Finally, I feel as if I'm getting ahead of the big rolling ball of doom work, and the website is mostly or somewhat done. Sort of. There's still lots to do -- hi, Sean! -- lots of sections to fill out and play with, but the bones are here.
We're back on line with normal ordering procedures now that the huge PayPal mess is mostly behind us. We've got many different ways for you to order the magazine, both fresh new issues as well as selected back issues, and so far, so good.
Now, of course, it's back to editing the current issue, which should be going to the press soon.
You'll be hearing that a lot around here, so check back and complain here on the Wee Blog if I'm not moving fast enough.
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