Author: marylowd

Took the three-year-old to the doctor for a spider bite. He got a Spider-Man sticker and has proudly placed it over his spider bite.

Ghost-busted my way through a corn maze this morning and eviscerated pumpkins to the chilling strains of Phantom of the Opera this evening.

I dreamed that my mother and my publisher were arguing about the exact extent to which my college degree was useless.

I’ve finally settled on a main character for my NaNoWriMo novel — Witch-Hazel the Squirrel — with two days to spare!

Spent the evening at a long table of writers, sharing treats, listening to stories, & reading a story of my own, all while dressed as a Ghostbuster.

The three-year-old, on a walk, beating ivy with a stick: “The leaves are laughing at me!”

People joke about how political posts never change people’s minds, but it was several articles that I read — linked to from Facebook — that persuaded me to support Clinton over Sanders.

To continue trying to sleep — brain buzzing with unwanted thoughts — or to give up, get up, and force the thoughts out by reading?

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Today is a day for listening to the soundtrack of Wicked. Continue reading “Tidbits from a Difficult Day”

It is possible to have good in your heart and inadvertently do great evil; it is also possible to have evil in your heart but choose to do good. We can control our actions, but we cannot always control what’s in our hearts. Everyone makes mistakes. Is it worse to make a mistake if you have evil in your heart? If people see the evil in your heart and are scared, is that a mistake? Is it a crime? If you have evil in your heart, must you live in fear of ever being known?

Heading into the final week of Furry Book Month, we have a special treat for you:  a Tri-Galactic Trek story.

“Danger in the Lumo-Bay” and, in fact, the entire Tri-Galactic Trek universe was inspired by a slush reader for an unnamed furry noir anthology commenting that he hoped someone would submit a Picard-in-the-Holodeck story.  Once the image of Captain Picard — re-imagined as a Sphyx cat — was in my head, there was no getting him out.  I had to write that story. Continue reading “Last Week of Furry Book Month!”