If you're reading this, I might be dead. I hope I'm not, of course, but I have to tell you, things don't look too rosy in good ol' Harran these days. Especially for a scrawny, bookish type like Yours Truly. I got all excited when the letter came, telling me I'd received a fellowship to the university here. Now? Not so excited. All I wanted to do was get my degree and finish my latest novel. And writing is not just a hobby, MOM. It's what I'm going to do for the rest of my life! I don't think self-publishing nineteen science-fiction novels in two years is something you do if you're not serious! ...Anyway, I'm sort of figuring out how to survive in here, and as I do, I'll record it all in these pages. So if you're finding this stuff, and I'm not around, well...I hope you have better luck than I did.