Month: December 2022

If I didn’t know myself that I wrote “The Dreaming Arm” several months before reading Animorphs #4, I would’ve sworn it had been inspired by them finding Ax under the ocean.

Anyway, check out my all new, just released today flash fiction, The Dreaming Arm! Continue reading “Thoughts on “The Dreaming Arm” and Animorphs #4″

I both want to do work and don’t want to do work.

I am a cat standing in an open door, refusing to go out or come inside.

One of my hobbies is reassembling thrift store plushies into fantastical mixed-up creatures.

I’ve learned a lot about sewing from this. Taking apart the plushies shows me how they were made & then I practice copying those stitches putting them back together in a new form. Continue reading “Learning from Deconstruction”

I have an irrational aversion to using my hearthstone in Warcraft.

See, I remember — vividly — when the cooldown was a whole hour, and there was a decent chance of getting stuck behind a tree in some night elf zone where literally the only way out was to hearth.

So, if you’d just used your hearthstone, and you got stuck behind a tree, that was it. Nothing to do but wait an hour. Literally no other solution. Continue reading “Saving the Hearthstone for Emergencies”

My fiction may not be making the splash I wish it would right now.

But it will be remembered.

Because it’s good, and unusual, and there’s a lot of it. And something will catch, and I won’t stop fighting for it, even if I never see it happen.