Conventions are strange temporary villages that blip into existence for a weekend and disappear for a year. Kind of like Brigadoon.
Corollary:
Being a famous furry author is like being a celebrity in Brigadoon — if you can get to the city/con before it disappears into the mists again, you can have a really awesome day.
Most of the time, though? It’s just a memory of a feeling wafting through the internet.
“…she carefully placed the brittle body of a dead bumblebee on the circle of salt. She had considered using a wasp, but she was looking for justice, not vengeance. A solution, not escalation.”
by Mary E. Lowd
A Deep Sky Anchor Original, May 2022
Selina knelt in the middle of the empty Hamilton Middle School room. She’d pushed the desks and chairs up against the walls, leaving the floor clear for the bull’s eye pattern she’d drawn with salt. The only light came from the soft cold glow of the moon behind the shuttered windows and a flickering warm radiance from the ring of candles around the outer edge of the bull’s eye. In the middle, the very middle, she carefully placed the brittle body of a dead bumblebee on the circle of salt. She had considered using a wasp, but she was looking for justice, not vengeance. A solution, not escalation. Continue reading “Sting Once and Die”
As promised, for anyone who missed the #Nebulas2022 panel, “Getting It Done On Time,” or who just wants to be reminded of some of what was said, I’m going to convert the notes I made preparing for the panel into a thread…
Apparently, today is the day to catch the younger child up on classics they’ve somehow missed — so far we’ve watched Lilo & Stitch and The Secret of NIMH.
My kid has to write a short story for a creative writing class, so they have me texting every five minutes to check their word count, while they hide out in their room.
This means, I have an alarm go off every five minutes and have to send a text that just reads, “Word count?” Continue reading “Harrison Bergeron”
So, I’m now reading the manuscript for Otters In Space 4 from the beginning, looking for errors or parts that need smoothing, and the opening scenes are ADORABLE.
Last night, I decided I needed more angry music to handle this week. My main angry music is American Idiot, which I love, but wasn’t hitting the right note.
So, I remembered that there’d been a bit of a newish Alanis Morissette song on Grey’s Anatomy a few weeks ago… Continue reading “Angry Music”
That feeling when you notice that the story you just submitted through Moksha had the wrong title (like for a TOTALLY different story) in the subject line, because you changed your mind halfway through about which story to send & apparently didn’t get all the fields fixed… Continue reading “Submission Mistakes”