For someone with acrophobia, I spent an awful lot of time as a child a story or more off the ground in trees. We had a treehouse for a few years that was worth the climb up the rope ladder. I spent uncounted hours reading in weeping willows, having juggled a book and usually an apple in my climb. I’d ignore the discomforts of my irregular perch for the privilege of reading uninterrupted, just me and the tree. No one ever looked up.
I have another post up at Quiche Moraine today, back to my usual Friday schedule. This one ended in a place I didn’t expect when I started it. I really should have. I know me better than that. It just never occurred to me. Anyway, you can read it for yourself.
Stephanie Zvan is one of the hosts for the Minnesota Atheists' radio show and podcast, Atheists Talk. She serves on the board of Secular Woman. She speaks on science and skepticism in a number of venues, including science fiction and fantasy conventions.
Stephanie has been called a science blogger and a sex blogger, but if it means she has to choose just one thing to be or blog about, she's decided she's never going to grow up. In addition to science and sex and the science of sex, you'll find quite a bit of politics here, some economics, a regular short fiction feature, and the occasional bit of concentrated weird.
Oh, and arguments. She sometimes indulges in those as well. But I'm sure everything will be just fine. Nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.
Never had acrophobic issues, but I too spent a significant portion of my childhood in trees with books. Of that which was left over, the majority of it was spent sleeping and reading. "Forts" constructed somewhere in the woods, whether by my hand or naturally were my favorite places to read, next to being up in a tree.I also had a nightlight until I was nearly eleven – because I could read by it. I only gave it up then because I got a book light.
Never had acrophobic issues, but I too spent a significant portion of my childhood in trees with books. Of that which was left over, the majority of it was spent sleeping and reading. "Forts" constructed somewhere in the woods, whether by my hand or naturally were my favorite places to read, next to being up in a tree.I also had a nightlight until I was nearly eleven – because I could read by it. I only gave it up then because I got a book light.