Apparently I haven't blogged since the start of January. What can I say, they only bring my head out when the tourism peaks. I then peck away at the keyboard with my nose, which is slow going. (Sneezing really messes up my punctuation). Maybe one day I'll get lucky and meet Leonard Nimoy's head.
Before they cart me back to my designated shelf spot, I will mention that Strange Horizons has published my review of classic SF stories from 1942. This is my review of Volume 3 in a series of 25 anthologies. Believe it or not, I'm looking forward to reading and writing about the remaining twenty-two volumes.