 FOR
ABOUT TWENTY YEARS (between 1975 and 1995) I labored under the
misbegotten notion that I might become a science fiction illustrator. This
ambition didn't so much end as kind of peter out — not with a bang, but
a whimper. Thank you T. S. Eliot. Here's something else by Eliot:
 I should have
been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
A few years ago I came into possession of a little
Macintosh, an event that bumped me off into a new direction. Since my Performa
405™ was too stupid to do much in the way of graphics, I reverted to an
older habit — writing fiction. Though this is probably another pie-in-the-sky
misbegotten notion, it's been snowballing ever since. However, later I
hocked my soul to buy a better Mac, a Power Macintosh 6500, and began doing
some graphics. Some of the images here were done in Photoshop™. I like
it. It's not as messy as paint, and takes up less physical space. I only
wish computing were a little cheaper; I paid more for my Mac than my car.
I work as a graphic artist at a printing company
making over ten thousand dollars a year! I've never been married. I don't
know why. It just works out that way for some people. I'm losing my hair,
I'm overweight, and have high cholesterol. I don't get out much.
Here's something else by T. S. Eliot:
Footfalls
echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose garden.
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