The 84th World Science Fiction Convention is in LA on August 27-31, 2026
Here is where you can find me.



After seeing The Stones of Stenness, Maes Howe, and Skara Brae, I didn’t think it could get better. But it did. We got to go to an active archaeological dig!
Ness of Brodgar covers 6.2 acres. Excavation on this Neolithic site began in 2004 and ended this summer. We were lucky enough to be there on the last open house before they closed the site. Isn’t that cool? Some of the structures were started around 3300 BC, but the there is evidence of activity way before that.









We made a brief stop at the Kirbuster farm museum. The Fire Hoose is from 1595. Note the stone roof.






Robert Stewart, half-brother of Mary Queen of Scots, became Earl of Orkney in the late 1500s. This is what’s left of his palace in Birsay.



But the real highlight of the day was the Ring of Brodgar

They don’t know much about Brogar, but they think it was built between 2600 and 2400 BC. It is older and bigger than Stonehenge. It may have been used to observe the moon.





36 of the original 60 stones have survived. The tallest is 4.7 meters tall.

The circle is 104 meters in diameter and is encircled by a 135-meter henge.















BTW, while I was there, an article came out about the alter stone at Stonehenge. Seems it wasn’t quarried from Wales as originally thought. It came from North Western Scotland Orkney area.
Wrapped up our last night on Orkney Island with dinner from the sea. Wondering what those things around the scallops are? They are the reproductive organs. Did you know that scallops are hermaphrodites?




There’s nothing like a cold winter morning to awaken cravings for hot cereal. We all have one or more comfort foods. You know, those tasty things that can bring a warm smile even when you’re feeling down or ill. They may seem strange to others, but bring you a flood of fond memories.
One of mine is cornmeal mush with a scoop of cottage cheese. Sounds icky, but it isn’t. Think of it as poor man’s polenta or finely ground grits. My mom used to make it for me when I was growing up. I didn’t realize at the time that it was something my dad grew up with. Or that cornmeal porridge, called mamaliga in Romania, is a traditional breakfast food from that country. (They serve it with milk or feta cheese.)
Mamaliga wasn’t the only hot breakfast food we ate. Oatmeal and cream of wheat were, and still are, on my yummy list. Grits didn’t join these others until I discover them as an adult.
What kind of hot cereal did you eat as a child?
Do you still enjoy it or does the thought make you run for cover?
What have you discovered as an adult?

Sometimes it’s hard to be who you are meant to be.
Especially when your powers can get you killed.
Eighteen-year-old Tatiana is running from her past and her star-touched powers eight years after a meteor devastates earth’s population.
Her power to heal may be overshadowed by more destructive abilities. Fleeing the persecution of those like her, Tatiana seeks refuge in a small town she once visited. But this civil haven, in a world where society has broken down, is beginning to crumble.
Only by harnessing the very forces that haunt her can Tatiana save her friends…and herself.

Plagued by memories not her own, a young hummingbird struggles to decipher the visions and powers that set her apart from her fellow birds. But the road to awareness is fraught with danger that could doom her to repeat history.
One step toward understanding.
One stride toward survival.
One leap toward flying free from the past.

A Hidden Past – A Deadly Secret
Gifted with the ability to wolf-talk, Kara has lived with the wolves since she lost her memories eight years ago. Now at sixteen, snippets of her past send her searching for answers.
But the warm welcome she receives in the human village hides more danger than life with the pack.
Snow flew across the room as the door swung open, bringing with it the cold Mary and Frank had just driven away with their meager cup of hot soup. A few people barked obscenities even after the door closed. Frank’s arm tightened around her as a hulking figure stared at the empty kitchen counter. Nowhere felt safe since they became homeless.
“Go away,” someone yelled, as the figure shuffled across the old linoleum floor. “There’s no food and no room for anyone else.
Even from their distant corner, Mary could see the despair in the eyes of the grime covered figure. His shoulders drooped further when empty floor space vanished as he neared. That was no way to treat anyone, especially during the holidays. Mary made space by snuggling closer to Frank. The man nodded, then squeezed against the wall, clutching his long legs in tight.
Both she and Frank had saved the crackers that came with their soup and muffin. Who knew where their next meal would come from? She pulled the two precious packages from the pocket of her threadbare jacket and handed them to the man.
“Here,” she said. “It’s not much, but you’re welcome to them.”
Tears pooled in the man’s eyes and he smiled. Mary returned the look, wishing everyone could be thankful for simple crackers. Exhausted, she and Frank drifted off to sleep. The stranger was gone when they woke. As they left the shelter, Mary discovered a large roll of cash in her pocket.