An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
That feeling when you realize the guy famous for raising the price of a lifesaving drug by 5000% reminds you of your dad…
Of course the other people who remind me of my dad are Bill Cosby (but less funny) & Dr. House (but less life-savey). There’s a reason we’re not in touch. Continue reading “Dark and Light”
Writers are taught not to write wish-fulfillment—it’s too easy, boring, or low stakes. But that reasoning is wrong. It only seems that way because we’ve all already read thousands of wish-fulfillment stories about cis het able-bodied white males, so they’re very… predictable.
For every other demographic? Continue reading “Wish-Fulfillment”
Staying up past 3am playing Diablo and listening to Crazy Ex-Girlfriend is healthy…? Yes, yes, I’m sure it is.
The highest levels of coolness I’ve ever seen achieved:
— Jordan Peele in The Twilight Zone
— Rachel Bloom in Crazy Ex-Girlfriend’s “So Maternal” Continue reading “Late Night Thoughts on Crazy Ex-Girlfriend”
Topic of discussion on tonight’s zoom call: how my writing would be affected if I knew I’d have Keanu Reeves available as a performer.
Answer: I would bother adding a human man into the things I write. Continue reading “Thoughts on Keanu Reeves”
I’m catching up on the last few weeks of Star Trek, and the retro-fitting of the Discovery to bring it up to 32nd century standards?
That is what I’m talking about! Shiny, shiny, futuristic! No more of that prequel nonsense! Continue reading “Catching Up On Discovery”
Give dogs greenies.
Twenty minutes later, notice dog still wandering around, looking lost, greenie in mouth. Continue reading “Greenie Escapades”
What’s especially exciting to me about this review is that the reviewer appreciates my main character’s love of stuffed animals. Continue reading “Love of Plushies”
Piper and Theresa looks so alike they could perform the mirror scene from Duck Soup.
Theresa supposes that she might consider letting Hazel be her friend. Maybe. Continue reading “In the House of Many Bengals…”
I’m watching Prom on Netflix, and…
I’m pretty sure every movie in existence would be improved by Andrew Rannells (known for Book of Mormon) showing up and dancing for a few minutes.
Writing fiction involves a great deal of stubbornly believing your efforts are meaningful in the face of stunning indifference from the world at large.
And that is just so much harder without periodic fur cons where I get to actually see and talk to real life readers in person.