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I'm a writer, publishing both as SJ Rozan and, with Carlos Dews, as Sam Cabot. (I'm Sam, he's Cabot.) Here you can find links to my almost-daily blog posts, including the Saturday haiku I've been doing for years. BUT the blog itself has moved to my website. If you go on over there you can subscribe and you'll never miss a post. (Miss a post! A scary thought!) Also, I'll be teaching a writing workshop in Italy this summer -- come join us!
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Into the teeth of Frankenstorm

Back from Muncie! Where I had a totally great time. What a hospitable, organized, lovely bunch of people at Magna Cum Murder. The great thing about a small convention like that is, you get to really hang around with the people who're there. We drank beer, watched movies (supplied by Terry Faherty) and generally had a terrific weekend. Thanks, Kathryn Kennison and all the folks at Magna! They gave me an absolutely marvelous gift for being Guest of Honor (I should have given THEM a gift!) which they're sending here because you just know I'd have broken it on the way back. When it gets here I'll post a photo.

Getting back became something of an issue, as the airlines cancelled flights right and left so no planes would get stuck here in the East. I had to reschedule to the last flight United was actually running, and then as it happened I got to the airport early enough that I was the final standby passenger to get on the flight before it. I felt a little like I was trying to get out of Casablanca but with less chaos. The entire trip was pretty seamless -- plane to the monorail to NJ Transit to the subway. It being me, I dropped my stuff and went down to the river to see the pre-Frankenstorm rain begin. I'll post photos tomorrow. I have water, food, and a flashlight; thought I had candles, but oh well. NYC has shut down the subways and buses, which means most stores are closed because no one can get to work. I stopped into the supermarket before they closed, but honestly, the line stretched back to the deli counter. So I didn't stay and wait for an hour to buy candles. I mean, it may be Frankenstorm, but it's not the zombie apocalypse, is it?

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