Originally published in Typewriter Emergencies, November 2020
“…the fastest way home was to do what Queen Seltyne wanted. Then she would be sent home through the summoning circle, instead of slowly collecting enough life-leaves to summon her own portal, high in the world tree’s branches.”
Alia heard water dripping all through the city. Every surface was damp, cold and slick. She smelled mold in the air. It came in great huffs as the wind moved. The summoning circle would open around her, and suddenly, mold would be all she smelled. She hated it. She loved water, but not like this. She longed for the open ocean of her home realm, but she’d been called here. To Dornsair, the city beneath the hanging roots of the world tree. The rotten bottom of the world. Continue reading “In the Roots of the World Tree”
Originally published in All Worlds Wayfarer, September 2020
“The humans don’t understand us,” she said. “We have to stick together.”
“We’re so much alike,” Trinth said, forming the sound of the words through her flute-like reeds. She certainly didn’t look much like S’lisha, a reptilian alien. Trinth looked more like a cosmic rosebush — she saw through flower-like eyes; spoke with flute-like reeds; and used grasping vines to walk and grab. Continue reading “Green Skin Deep”
I feel so disconnected from my writing lately… like I’ll come up with an idea, and it will be so long between that spark and when I have the real time to tackle it, that the fire burns out.
Well, I made it 6.5 episodes into Silicon Valley before breaking down and crying about how hostile and sexist that tech environment is, and how that’s pretty much why I ended up an isolated stay-at-home parent instead of able to have a paying job that would suit me.
I started writing a thread about my experience trying to break into the tech world as a ridiculously smart college student attending one of the top tech colleges in the country… Continue reading “Silicon Valley”
Me, yesterday: “I’m so excited by the progress I made on my robot story today! Stories like this are some of the best and most difficult things I write. I never know when I’ll be able to make progress on them!”
I’m working on a story for my 9-year-old about a super-fast purple pangolin named Cosmic. It may have been inspired by a video game about a blue hedgehog.
Anyway, in my sleep last night, my sleeping brain became convinced I should also write a story about an orca named Ekko. Continue reading “Two Sagas”
“The boy’s parents couldn’t take time off of work to grieve for their sleeping princess boy, because they worked at Mal-Wart, and without the protections of a union, they couldn’t afford any time off.”
by Mary E. Lowd
A Deep Sky Anchor Original, June 2022
This is not a story about Spider-Man, because Spider-Man is owned by a company. This is a story about a young boy, on his first day of high school, who was bitten by a spider and fell asleep like a princess in a fairytale. He fell asleep for the life of the author — which in this case would be his parents — plus seventy years. Continue reading “Not Spider-Man and the Seven Angel Donors”
So, apparently, I’m gonna spend the next two weeks, until the term ends, playing Candy Crush.
The 14-year-old is doing distance school, and if I sit next to them and prod them, they get work done. If I get distracted—by doing anything more absorbing than Candy Crush—they don’t. Continue reading “Surviving the End of the Term”