I'm Judy Johnson, and I live in NorthWest Washington State and am a contingency worker 
presently on contract for B-company in the Everett area.  

As I am a full-time RVer, (Recreational Vehicle), the closest thing to an address I choose 
to give is that my homebase is Port Susan Camping Club.  Living deep in a temperate rain 
forest just suits me.

Now nearing retirement age, I was born in Hollywood, CA, back when it was a separate city, 
from a family on my mother’s side who built a house in the middle of a lemon grove before 
the movie industry arrived.  My mother went to Hollywood High School and was a movie fan 
with a legendary autograph book which I, alas, misplaced during my heedless youth.

Next door is an early Frank Lloyd Wright house; he never acknowledged it officially so far 
as I can find, because, according to family legend, the owners quarreled (very loudly) with 
Wright during the building of it and refused to change their lifestyle to conform to his vision.  
My late cousin, who grew up next door after all, made an official deposition in Los Angeles 
about this when she found that the present owners were unaware of the house’s provenance.

On my father’s side, my grandfather was the Financial Manager for the Max Sennet Studios 
in New York and used to say he persuaded them to move the Keystone Cops to Hollywood.  Me?  
I’m media-impaired, not having seen most of the movies and SF TV my friends in SF Fandom talk 
about, because, earlier, I was mostly living somewhere remote, and now, because I’m too far 
behind to ever catch up anyway.  Kind of a waste, my being born in Hollywood.

In 1951, my mother got polio and was nearly totally paralyzed, living in a wonderful care 
facility called Rancho Los Amigos until her death eight years later.  I got polio too, but 
was able to walk again later that year, still puny and subject to illnesses.  Since my father 
had died when I was four, the family sent me to Brown School for Girls in Glendora California, 
where there was an infirmary with a registered nurse and a swimming pool for continuing therapy.  
I spent holidays with my beloved Aunt Idy in the Hollywood House, and went to High School in 
Comanche County, Kansas, where my maternal grandfather lived on his cattle ranch.

I achieved a bit more than four years of university, mostly at the University of California 
at Santa Barbara and some at South Dakota State University much later, but never complied with 
all the administrative trivia in order to get an actual degree.  Silly me.

My marriage to a South Dakota farmer/rancher ended when I took count of just how many farms 
and ranches we lived on per how many years, due to his lifestyle problems, and I decided I 
could only help just so much and no more.  But I learned enough about livestock to think I 
could put my inheritance from the Kansas grandfather to use in a Quarter Horse farm near 
Brookings, SD.  Inflation was so high then that conventional wisdom was that investing the 
money would just shrink it, but when the Fed abruptly escalated the Prime Rate to curb inflation, 
and my bank loan hit 27% interest rate, I gave up.  Lost it all in the Volker Recession…

My major career was as a secretary at the World Health Organization in Geneva, and I renovated 
an old farm house I bought in Haute Savoie, France.  In the late 1990s, I took early retirement, 
not wishing to be an ex-pat for the rest of my days, sold the house, and came back to 
Northwestern Washington State, where my Graham cousins mostly lived.  I worked at the University 
of Washington and now in the aerospace industry, with a flock of temp and contract positions 
before and in the middle, and am looking forward to retirement so I can travel and write and 
still work a few months a year.

My health takes some attention, since Post Polio Syndrome is in early stages, and I have Type II 
diabetes that was never well controlled until I went onto insulin.  Various other items, but 
I’m getting by, using a small mobility scooter on occasions where there will be a whole lot of 
walking or standing around.  I need to be careful of ergonomics; if I have to “sit like a lady” 
for very long, my scoliosis pain builds.  By the end of an SF convention, I’m miserable if I can’t 
keep my feet up.  But still, getting by.  Could be a lot worse.

SF wasn’t the major reason I came back to the States, but once there I wasted no time in taking 
up Science Fiction fandom as my major social outlet.  In addition to my usual reading of SF/F 
and watching documentaries on TV, I go to conventions and club meetings and enjoy it all hugely.  

I’ve dabbled at writing in the Speculative Fiction genre for several decades, but in the 1990s 
I developed a “shirtsleeves” asteroid-habitat setting for a planned three-novel series, and put 
together a huge database with ideas and plans for the writing.  I still litter my surroundings 
with further post-it notes and spend a lot of thinking time on it.  After retirement next year 
sometime comes the big push to complete the first draft of the first novel, then put together or 
join a writers’ group, and see how it goes.

My only vehicle is a small-but-complete RV van, in which I travel and frequently stay overnight 
whenever it’s not convenient to commute home.  I plan to travel for months at a time, and stop 
and write and tour museums and stately homes and such.  Life is good.