An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
I figured out what’s wrong with the League of Magical Cats novel I keep failing to write!
It’s not X-Men with cats. It’s Diablo with cats!
The cats don’t have different powers because they’re mutants; they’re different Diablo classes! Continue reading “Plans for a Novel About Cats”
When someone says something you know to be blatantly wrong, there are different ways to react…
—roll your eyes
—smile politely and move on
—explain your own position
Or if you really respect them…
—stop and wonder, have I missed something? could I be the one who’s wrong?
That feeling when you open up Diablo 3 for the first time in several years, and all of your characters’ names are variants of the name of your dog that died eleven months ago.
To top it off, I was planning on making a necromancer… so… uh… I’ll just give her the actual name of the dog who died, because that won’t be at all weird…
When someone says something you know to be blatantly wrong, there are different ways to react…
—roll your eyes
—smile politely and move on
—explain your own position
Or if you really respect them… Continue reading “Actual Respect”
It’s hard to get any writing done while the kids have a five day weekend.
The twelve-year-old, talking about Ian Madison Keller’s books: Continue reading “Tidbits from a Five-Day Weekend”
“I agreed to spaceships and aliens and the possible end of life on Earth. I did not agree to tolerate talking cats. This is too much. It’s too mad. It’s out of genre. Undo it immediately!””
— Space Opera by Catherynne M. Valente
That’s right, people. This is not a drill. SPACE OPERA by Catherynne M. Valente is FURRY. Continue reading “Space Opera”
Me: It’s your turn…
6-yr-old: Where’s my shoe? (disappears under table)
Me: Did you want to take your turn?
6: I want all my money in ones (takes a ridiculous stack of poker chips & promptly spills them all over the board, knocking over everything)
The six-year-old has a real knack for losing teeth right as we’re sending them to bed, on nights when we’ve already let them stay up unusually late, and then insisting on elaborately decorating the envelope we put the tooth in.
Tonight, as he started to write “I love the money and stickers” on the envelope, he realized that since he didn’t have them yet, it would make more sense to change it to “I’d like $500.”
Ambitious little thing.
I’ve started listening to Nothing Much Happens stories to help me fall asleep at night. They’re lovely and full of sensory details that help lull my brain into settling down and letting go of consciousness. Highly recommended. https://www.nothingmuchhappens.com/
Me, trying to decide which movie to watch tonight: “Coco or Star Wars?”
Six-year-old: “Cocoa with Star Wars? We can drink cocoa and watch Star Wars???” Continue reading “Cocoa and Star Wars”