Month: March 2015

On Saturday, March 14th, at a quarter to six in the morning, I changed out of my pajamas and into the clothes I would wear to drive from Tucson, Arizona to Dana Point, California. Unfortunately as I did, I changed from my blue flannel shirt to my red one, and left my new Fitbit Zip attached to the blue shirt. Which I then flung across my bed before packing up my car and herding the family out the door for possibly our most highly-anticipated vacation ever. What I did, basically, was shoot myself in the foot for the next four days as far as my fitness goals went.

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Today is St. Patrick’s Day, and I am Irish, so…ten things you never knew about me (and were afraid to ask). 1. My great-grandfather on my father’s side was from Dublin. He apparently kept his accent even though he was living here. My maiden name, Conroy, is about as Irish as you can get. 2. I have been trying, on and off, to learn Irish Gaelic and have been unsuccessful. It’s beautiful, but tough to learn.

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It’s been a hard month, friends. Also, it feels like it’s mostly over and yet we’re not even half done and I may die. As you guys may or may not know, for my day job I do freelance and contract editing and formatting work. In general, I specialize in helping indie and self-publishing authors make their books look and sound professional. (I also do a variety of other work, ranging from making scientific papers easier for non-science people to read, correcting marketing materials, proofreading blog posts before they get posted, etc.)

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You will have heard by now that Leonard Nimoy is dead. I’ve been struggling with what to write, knowing that I wanted to write about him and Spock but not sure how. I discovered Star Trek (both TNG and TOS) at age 12, right around the time I entered school after homeschooling up to that point. Junior high school (middle school to you Americans) was…not an easy transition. I didn’t know pop culture or slang or teen humour. I was bookish, awkward, nerdy. Of course I thought I was the only one who felt unsure and out of place. Is it any wonder I fell hard for both Data and Spock?

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