Dear Artificer, I’ve Blown My Quanta And

My First Generation Of Young Readers Now Have Not Only Children, But Some Of Them Have Grandchildren To Whom They're Introducing Their Old Passion.

What Teens Will Realize Is Always A Mystery To Me. I'm Still Realizing So Many Things Myself, Very Belatedly, That It Seems Unwise To Think I Have Any Right To Be Showing People Things In Hopes That They'll Realize Them.

A Little Science. A Little Magic. A Little Chicken Soup.

A Warp," Nita Whispered. "a Tunnel Through Space-time. Are You A White Hole?" It Stopped Bobbing, Stared At Her As If She Had Said Something Derogatory. (do I Look Like A Hole?)

All The Drawing Lacks Is The Final Touch: To Add Eyes To The Dragon