An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
Me: struggles with writing a story for 20 years, never making real headway
Me: finally manages to write 3000 words of this ultra challenging story
Spouse: reads the words and says, “Oh, this is your version of Real Genius” Continue reading “That Wespirtech Story That Kept Eluding Me”
The first novel in our space opera horror series — Hell Moon by Mary E. Lowd — and the first volume of our Zooscape anthologies had a spectacular launch earlier this month at Furvana!
You can order your own copies in e-book or paperback form online. We’re also looking into dealing at a couple of upcoming conventions. Continue reading “Now Available: Hell Moon & Zooscape Volume 1”
If someone buys a copy of your book, they have every right to rip it into shreds, burn it in a trash can, roll it into cigarettes and smoke it, or scribble swear words on every page, regardless of how you feel about it.
If someone buys a copy of your book, they have every right to prop it up in front of a typewriter and retype it word for word, just for the fun of feeling how their fingers dance as your words flow through them. They have a right to read it out loud to their child. Continue reading “The Freedom to Do What You Want with Books You Buy”
Me: We should watch the movie Dave!
Child: Is that the movie that “I can’t do that for you, Dave” is from?
Me: Okay, we should also watch 2001: A Space Odyssey
As of next month, I will have been seriously writing for twenty years.
To acknowledge this milestone, I’m brushing up and re-releasing the first three short story collections I self-published nine years ago with new covers and additional stories. Tonight I wrote prefaces for two of them.
by Mary E. Lowd
A Deep Sky Anchor Original; written on January 25, 2015
Say the poem when it’s dark,
Pick up the fallen star,
The ground rumbles,
Some wishes should not come true.
I’ve been listening to a song by The Beth’s called “Expert in a Dying Field” for months and only now realized that it’s really just a breakup song underneath a clever metaphor… as opposed to, you know, genuinely, literally being about your career becoming obsolete.
I’m a little disappointed… Continue reading “Expert in a Dying Field”
Elder kid explaining to younger kid how it’s okay that we drove to the wrong school for their first soccer game because it’s an adventure:
“Indiana Jones did not want to be chased by a boulder, but it was awesome. So annoyance is sort of part of adventure.”
by Mary E. Lowd
An excerpt from Otters In Space 2: Jupiter, Deadly. If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1, return to the previous chapter, or skip ahead to Otters In Space 3: Octopus Ascending.
Through the glass of the door, Kipper saw the pointy ears and orange fur of her brother and sister. They faced the other way, seated at a table and watching a television screen on the wall. The screen showed a pug dog gesticulating wildly. Trudith and Lucky also sat at the table, but they seemed preoccupied with something Kipper couldn’t see.
Kipper opened the door quietly. Keith stood behind her. Before going in, Kipper stayed in the doorway and simply listened to the voices of these people she loved and hadn’t seen in so long. Continue reading “Otters In Space 2 – Chapter 33: Papa Fido’s T-Bone Steakery”
I love the Buckaroo Banzia theme music. It’s on my Otters In Space playlist. And also, many years ago as a kid at a Star Trek convention, my sister and I got a band to play it for us live by shouting it out as a request. Good memory.