That’s a good question, for which I have no easy answers.

I’m far older than I ought to be. Don’t know how the hell that happened.

I play the tenor saxophone. Jazz.

I write. I write novels, short stories, essays, grocery lists, carefully-punctuated emails. The occasional text message, for which I use a Bluetooth keyboard, as I’ve never mastered typing on those silly little imaginary keys on my cellphone.

I’ve been married for thirty-plus years to the same man. So far, so good. We’ll see if it works out over the long haul.

I have a yellow cat named Lockwood, named for Gary Lockwood, the actor who played Frank Poole in 2001: A Space Odyssey. I had a bit of a thing for Dr Poole back in the day.

I can, and will, talk for hours about B-grade sci-fi and horror movies, the Byzantine Empire, evolutionary biology, Bugs Bunny cartoons, and the abominable Doctor Phibes.

There. That’s me. That guy over there. Go say hello.