Investment II: Creeping Dustmotes

In 1978, I was visiting at Greyhaven in the Bay Area. AfterDiana Paxson, a soon-to-be pro writer with an agent and everything, took me to call on Elizabeth Marie Pope for a never-to-be-forgotten rainy evening, we came back. I was granted the chance to read the first of Diana’s Westria books, with which I promptly fell in love.

Then Diana asked what I was working on (seeing this battered red book I was carrying around and writing in with a very fine point fountain pen). Gulping with trepidation...