Author: marylowd

Insipid Liner Notes – The Opposite of Memory, Disc 1

“Forget Me Not” is a song inspired by the first story I ever sold (of the same name) which is about a man addicted to a memory drug. I love how jazzy and catchy it turned out.

My short story, “The Screen Savior,” really always wanted to be an animated short video… well, I guess, now I have a song ready for when I get to figuring out making videos. It has a lovely early 70s kinda vibe. Continue reading “Insipid Liner Notes – The Opposite of Memory, Disc 1”

The Day My Universe Changed

I created my first music album! “I Need a Unicorn” has eleven tracks with a mix of sci-fi, furry, and fantasy lyrics performed as light, catchy pop with a blend of mid-60s and early-00s sounds, featuring layered vocals and strong harmonies.

I’ve been trying to fall asleep listening to my new — and first! — album, “I Need a Unicorn,” but I keep waking up in startlement every time I start to drift off… simply too amazed in my sleep-addled state to believe this album is finally real. Continue reading “The Day My Universe Changed”

Piper Invents Laps

After much research, at the age of 6.5, my cat Piper has invented the concept of sitting on laps. It has been an arduous journey and extremely counterintuitive to her beliefs, and yet, at long last, this innovative thinker of a feline has finally arrived at the inescapable conclusion — after years of study — that the best way to get scritches may in fact be by sitting on a human lap. A previously inconceivable thought.

She sat on Daniel’s lap for seven minutes. An astonishing breakthrough in this weird and vaguely immoral new technology.

Notes from Attending My Best Worldcon So Far

Truggster is jetting his way to Worldcon to spread the very important word of OTTERS IN SPACE!!!!

Having arrived in Seattle, Truggster addresses his sales team about what to expect from Worldcon. Some of them—like Admiral Cod & Witch-Hazel—are old hat and have helped sell books before. However, others will be hiding out behind my book display for the very first time tomorrow. Continue reading “Notes from Attending My Best Worldcon So Far”

Bravery Lessons

by Mary E. Lowd

Originally published in Ursine Exchange Officer, August 2025

“Only Ensign Mewly continued fighting his honey golem without any apparent progress.”

Most weeks, Grawf taught her Ursine martial arts class in one of the starship Initiative’s exercise rooms which had tumbling mats for a floor and a full-wall mirror where her students could watch their forms.  But this week’s class was special.  This week, the bear was holding her class in the lumo-bay where a grid of blue, glowing hexagons covered the walls, floor, and ceiling.  Her students — who were mostly uplifted cats and dogs from Earth — filed in and took their places standing around the much larger bear expectantly. Continue reading “Bravery Lessons”

The Trouble with a Glorious Legacy – Part 1

by Mary E. Lowd

Originally published in Ursine Exchange Officer, August 2025

[Part 1 2 3]

“It was a point of pride among Ursines that they’d evolved sentience entirely on their own while the far more technologically advanced Earth mammals had needed to be uplifted by some furless primates in their distant past.”

Grawf sharpened her ceremonial knife until it gleamed like a crescent moon.  Then holding the curved blade lightly in her heavy ursine paws, the bear-like alien slowly, carefully sliced off a wafer-thin edge of honeycomb from the bustling, buzzing hive of bee-like insects in the corner of her quarters.  She placed the deliciously thin, sticky wafer atop a steaming slice of crusty bread, fresh from the real, clay oven in the other corner of her quarters.  She’d had to get special permissions to keep a clay oven onboard the starship Initiative, but it was essential to these weekly religious rites. Continue reading “The Trouble with a Glorious Legacy – Part 1”

The Trouble with a Glorious Legacy – Part 2

by Mary E. Lowd

Originally published in Ursine Exchange Officer, August 2025

[Part 1 2 3]

“Grawf was surprised, in the end, that any of her zumble-bees took pity on the imposter bear and chose to join his new hive.”

Bear brains don’t zip and race from one idea to the next, constantly hurrying and bouncing around like shiny metal spheres in a pinball machine like cat brains do.  And they’re not relentlessly, doggedly focused like canine minds, unwilling to let go of an idea like it’s a particularly enticing stick that needs to be chewed on once they get ahold of it.  So, Grawf walked with Braklaw to her quarters in silence, simply focusing on the task ahead of her:  dividing her zumble-bee hive and grafting a branch of her zinzinar shrub without damaging either precious being. Continue reading “The Trouble with a Glorious Legacy – Part 2”