- A pair of Gardner Dozois's boxer shorts. These were won at a SFWA charity auction decades ago. Should I keep them? Send them back to Gardner? What?
- My sixth-grade diary. Since I was not one of those kids who know they're planning on being a writer, this is not a strained attempt at being literary. Rather, it is an embarrassing compendium of crushes on boys, competition for grades with my best friend, and arguments with my long-suffering mother. Keep it? I can't bear not to, but am mostly embarrassed by the content.
- My earliest stories. These are unremittingly bad. Really, really bad. How come I didn't realize that both a point of view and a plot are good things to have in fiction?
- A piece of driftwood with a little piece of paper attached that says, "I will never forget this day." What day? When? I've forgotten.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Oddities and Reminiscences
Even though no one is buying my house, I am in the process of packing up a lot of things to ship to Seattle. This has involved going through a great many boxes, which in turn has resulted in finding stuff I forgot I owned. Among the recent discoveries: