Releasing Brunch at the All Alien Cafe… Finally!

So, since FurPlanet never got around to releasing my collection, Brunch at the All Alien Cafe, before cancelling my contract, I’m taking this opportunity to brush it up a little before releasing it myself through Deep Sky Anchor, hopefully on Pi Day.

I’ve swapped three stories that would have overlapped with either Welcome to Wespirtech or Beyond Wespirtech with three stories that I hadn’t written yet when Brunch at the All Alien Cafe was accepted by FurPlanet. And the new stories actually match the theme better. Continue reading “Releasing Brunch at the All Alien Cafe… Finally!”

Grumpy Cat and Multiple Jack Frosts

The Grumpy Cat Christmas movie would be fairly generic trending toward especially mediocre, except it’s furry. There aren’t enough movies about cats, & Aubrey Plaza’s snarky voiceover interruptions along with Grumpy Cat being waved around really elevate it to something… special. Continue reading “Grumpy Cat and Multiple Jack Frosts”

Tidbits of Surviving a Weird Time

I watched “12 Days of Giving,” because it has Eli Wallace from Stargate: Universe in it. He was just as charming in a mediocre Christmas movie as in the far reaches of space, and it was a surprisingly nice little movie.


Rationally, I know I’m better off on my own than saddled with a publisher that didn’t reply to emails, delayed my books by years, and would end 12 years of working together with a curt email and zero warning. Continue reading “Tidbits of Surviving a Weird Time”

Stranger Than a Swan

by Mary E. Lowd

Originally published in All Worlds Wayfarer, Issue XII, September 2022


“The tentacled creature had become, in an instant, the measure by which she would judge the rest of the world, for the rest of her life.”

Eggshell cracked, and the dome of the world broke away, showing a whole other world, infinitely larger and more complicated, beyond the confines of the duckling’s natal home.  It was time to lift her head — breaking the eggshell further, widening the crack in it — and then spread her wings, shaking out the scraggly, wet feathers plastered to her dimpled skin, letting them begin to dry into soft, yellow down. Continue reading “Stranger Than a Swan”