Or what’s left of the Vegas of dreams, where the Rat Pack ruled and the strip was a wash of neon. The word LED was barely recognized and to get hundreds of lights rolling all at once, you needed colored light bulbs and a lot of people on very rickety supports.
It’s also the home of Amber Unicorn Books. Some go to Vegas and lose money at the tables. I go to Vegas and come back with a first edition copy of Tanith Lee’s Dreams of Dark and Light, as well as a many vintage short story collections by C.L. Moore, Henry Kuttner and C.M. Kornbluth.
I also came back with a vintage paperback edition of Norstrilla. Because you can’t have enough Cordwainer Smith in your life.
I also got a bit of writing done on the plane ride. This is not an easy task – I’m a wide guy and the seats are very, very narrow. I have to scrunch my arms together and pretend I’m tiny.
With the outline done, getting words down on the page is proving quite a bit easier. It is now the great battle with time and exhaustion.
And at some point, I need to spend a weekend and crank out a short story. I’m hoping to have three available to shop around to the writer’s group.
Life doesn’t stop and wait for you to catch a break. It keeps rolling along. And if you don’t roll with it, you’ll find a spot in the neon boneyard waiting for you.