Monday, September 17, 2007

Robert Jordan has died

Though I'm sure you've heard the news elsewhere by now, Robert Jordan, the pre-eminent fantasy writer of the last 17 years, has died at the age of 58. He wrote the massive, best-selling series THE WHEEL OF TIME, which included 11 books so far, with a twelfth and final volume, THE MEMORY OF LIGHT, uncompleted. It's not clear what will happen to the final book, but he had been working on it up until his death and had shared notes and story details with his wife, Harriet, and others, in case he did not survive to complete it.

Oddly enough, I just started reading the eleventh volume, KNIFE OF DREAMS, last night, a few hours after his death (though I did not find out about it until this morning).

A memorial discussion is occurring at Making Light.

Rest in peace, Robert.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Book signing in Wyomissing

I've set up a second signing at the Borders in the Berkshire Mall in Wyomissing, on Saturday, November 10, from 1 to 3 pm. The address of the mall is:

1665 State Hill Road, Wyomissing, PA 19610

I'm also working on a signing in Bloomsburg at a specialty store called the Cloak & Dragon. Again, I'll keep you posted once I have the date set.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Book signing for THE WORDS OF MAKING

The first book signing for THE WORDS OF MAKING will be at the Borders Bookstore in the Capital City Mall on October 27, from 1 to 4 pm. I hope you can make it, and bring some friends!

I'm working on some other signings within about an hour's drive of Harrisburg and will let you know as soon as I have them set up.


Sunday, September 02, 2007

Mom's heart attack

Before I begin, my mom is fine. She apparently suffered a mild heart attack very early Friday morning. Unfortunately, like most elderly people, she ignored a number of warning signs. This time she was lucky.

Here's what happened:

She woke up around 1:00 am with what she thought was a very bad case of heartburn. She sipped some soda, took some antacids, but nothing helped. She wondered if she might be having a heart attack but didn't do anything about it. My brother (Bruce, from the now infamous entry A Bad Case of Dumbass-itis) lives two doors down from her. Her one brother is around the corner and her other brother is one neighborhood over. So it's not as if she didn't have a number of people very close by she could have called, in addition to the ever-present 911.

She said she sat up in her rocking chair and at 4:30 she thought, Well, Joe Mike will be up in an hour, so I'll just try to hold out until then. I politely yet firmly pointed out to her the ridiculousness of trying to hold out on a possible heart attack, since cardiac arrest events don't usually wait around until it's convenient for everyone else.

She said, Yes, well, she didn't want to call 911 because she'd be embarrassed by an ambulance roaring through the neighborhood. [thumps forehead in amazement] The next day at the hospital, I reminded her that it's better to be embarrassed than dead. One you will recover from; the other you will not.

She promised to be better if/when it happens again.

The good thing is she's fine, and there doesn't seem to be damage to her heart, though she will be undergoing a stress test next week.

The moral of the story? If you think you're having a heart attack, CALL FREAKIN' 911!

Over and out.