My Birthday Present

Thanks everyone for your kind birthday wishes yesterday. You helped make it my best 39th birthday ever, and that’s not just something I say every year.

Above you’ll see what my wife got me for my birthday: A clean office. As of about 10:29 yesterday morning, one literally could not walk into the office without turning sideways at the door to get through, on account of the mess and junk and what have you. So Krissy sent me away and when I came back a couple of hours later, the room looked like this. Which is a good thing, because these days I find that the more cluttered my office is, the less work I get done. Which is not a positive thing considering my writing schedule these days. I received other things, but this is probably the best thing I could have gotten. My wife is awesome.

23 Comments on “My Birthday Present”

  1. Where the devil did you stand to take this photo? It reads like you’re on the desk, with the camera near the ceiling.

  2. neutronjockey – Jeff Richard (J.K.Richard) a.k.a. the neutronjockey, is a former nuclear mechanic supervisor and medical officer recruiter for the U.S. Navy. He was honorably discharged from military service in January of 2006. In his civilian life he is a digital artist, leathercraftsman, and writer living in Tulsa, OK. Occaisionally he commits to research work for SF/F authors. Jeff is owned by a gray Maine Coon cat while at home and three awesome horses while at the barn. <a href="">I blog on LJ</a>

    Take a picture, it’ll last lo— :D

  3. How can a pre “oldman” get such a wife that just knows what her “Pre-Middleaged” husband really needed for his birthday.

    Krissie, you just to awesome for words and Have a Very happy Mothers day from the Puca Clan.

  4. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, imbued with specialness

    Lucky man.

    I, too, have a good wife who cleans. Fortunately she does other things well and is wicked smart. I loves my woman.

    I did make her do the dishes last night after choosing “P.S. I love you” as our Saturday night movie. Ugh.

  5. That’s an awfully large stack of Android’s Dream you’ve got there. If you are looking for a good home for them, I know a place or two… Send a few my way, and they’ll get taken good care of.

    Oh, and can I borrow your wife for my birthday? My desk area is a mess too.

  6. You may already know this (do you get notified when your book is reviewed in newspapers/magazines?), but The Guardian included an review of ‘The Ghost Brigades’ in their Saturday book review section (once a month they include a few sf books in the book reviews). It can be read here

    And, Happy Birthday for yesterday!

  7. See you are so BLESSED… I wish I could close my eyes or “go away for a few hours” and my mess magically but itself nicely… LOL

    Ah well I keep chipping away bits and piecies of it, with my sister moving back home soon it’s modivation enough. That’s what I get for taking over her bedroom closet… to many clothes no where to put them.

  8. Likely the books are author copies. I know when one of my books is published, I get sent 25 (or whatever the contract says). I am free to do with them as I will.

  9. do i notice the hellsing manga on the upper left side of the bookshelf… cannot really tell being that the image is too small.. lol

  10. hmm…I would love to do this for my spouse but he is very protective of his mess-I mean clutter-I mean stuff. Sigh. It looks great and I wish you many productive hours in it!

  11. paranoyd – I am a father, an aspiring writer, and avid gamer. I am also into horror and scifi. I'm currently the Adventure league Local Coordinator for my area, and I'm really into the new FFG Star Wars RPG system. And I love a good curry.
    Corby Kennard

    It was my 38th birthday yesterday as well.

    Happy B-day!

  12. Martyn Taylor – Northumberland – A writer exploring what lies beyond our peripheral vision. Published by various small presses and now considered to be nearly a Proper Author. Can be found lurking around the frozen North of England, happily herding a small family of recalcitrant adults who may once have been children and a woman who may very well be the fulcrum upon which the universe turns. Available for hire for very reasonable prices.

    It looks as though you have the same chair as me!

    What about a picture after you’ve been working for a couple of hours!

  13. I am a little concerned that this is the 3rd time (that I know of) that she has had to unleash the super awesomo cleaning mojo on your office. This woman has baseball bats and apparently knows how to use them.

  14. Now just wait a minute here.

    I seem to recall another post recently where your wife basically acted as an Unexploded Bomb Disposal Unit and cleaned up your office.

    Since I *didn’t* forget that post, it had to be recent.

    You mean to say you UNDID all that since then?

    How do the cats put up with you?!

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