That's my hard-won advice to you youngsters: Retirement, like old age itself, is not for the faint of heart. After 41 years I taught my last class in April, and the pace has only picked up since then.
I have a book on BC's black pioneers coming out in two or three weeks. The publisher of my book on writing for the web wants a fourth edition, as well as a proposal for yet another book on writing and selling nonfiction books.
(If you'd like to support this blog, please feel free to order the webwriting book, or the book on writing SF and fantasy, or some of my novels, listed near the bottom of the right-hand column.)
And Monday morning I start my first really new job since 1967 as a part-time editor at The Tyee.
I've also learned this summer that a 67-year-old ex-academic can paint the house or chop firewood for about an hour a day. More than that, and I teeter toward a vegetative coma.
I'll keep posting here as much as I can, especially if we get more human cases this fall. And we will. If you hear something before I do, drop me a note about it.
But if H5N1 seems too quiet, it's because I'm doing a whole lot of other things as well. Thanks for your patience.
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