An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
One of the costs I’ve found of being autistic is that I have to get REALLY REALLY good at managing, understanding, and explaining my emotions to others.
I see other people work out their emotions through the process of interacting with others… I rarely have that privilege. Continue reading “Working Out Emotions Through Fiction Instead of Reality”
There are people who I thought were friends but who I’ve learned cannot be trusted with anything under the social mask I wear.
In the past, people like this ended up being my enemies… Continue reading “The Weight of a Mask”
If you want to help support the furry writing community, the Leo Literary Awards are still looking for volunteer judges for this year. (Both furry and non-furry judges!)
I volunteered as a Cat Writers’ Association judge for a few years, and it was a really cool experience, getting to read all the nominated pieces and think about how they rated on the standards we were using as judges. I learned a lot, and it sounded really impressive on resumes. Continue reading “Leo Literary Awards”
Watching The Fugitive (‘93) with my family.
My spouse thought us up some chocolate donuts, with some of those little sprinkles on top.
We followed up the chocolate donuts with sprinkles on top with scrambled egg sandwiches for dinner. Like the sandwich Harrison Ford constructs in The Fugitive after shaving his beard off in the hospital. Because we like our theme nights here. Even if they’re kinda random.
What makes The Fugitive so good is it’s about two profoundly competent, driven characters whose goals begin diametrically opposed and flip to being aligned.
That arc — from “I didn’t kill my wife / I don’t care” to “I thought you didn’t care / Don’t tell anyone” — is just so satisfying.
That feeling when you see a mainstream sf/f writer stumble on the history of Rainfurrest & discuss it with the kind of cold analysis that comes from not missing it still.
I owe so much of my career as a writer and most of my biggest successes to Rainfurrest. It left a huge hole. Continue reading “The Effect of the Pandemic on Furry Writing”
That feeling when you’re writing about a bunch of cat and mouse engineers building an artificial gravity generator in your novel-in-progress and the Glee version of “Defying Gravity” comes on your playlist.
Last week, my family watched through all the Indiana Jones movies, ’cause it became clear the younger child didn’t remember them. Continue reading “Music Synchronicity, Harrison Ford, and Mythic Quest”
When I was in grade school, I was teased mercilessly by other kids for meowing like a cat.
These days, my eight-year-old answers roll call at school by meowing like a cat, and it’s made them one of the most beloved kids in their class, including with their teacher. Continue reading “Meowing at School”
Oh no… I ran out of Yellowjackets episodes again.
My plan for coping with running out — namely, watching it over again — has failed me.
Spouse: *shows me a picture of a chair for sale*
Me: “It’s all scratched up.” Continue reading “Our Aesthetic”
I’m proud of myself: given a choice between writing and playing Hades just now, I willingly chose to work on my novel, without pressuring myself to make that choice at all.
This is real progress from a month or so ago when the mere thought of trying to write made me want to cry. Continue reading “Recovering from Burnout”
Hot take: if you don’t love the epic scene where Indiana Jones hides from a nuke in a refrigerator, you probably take the franchise too seriously (or just don’t like it at all, I guess).
The Indiana Jones movies have always been ridiculous. That scene just turns it up to 11. Continue reading “Indiana Jones 4”