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Just hurry-scurry trying to work out ways to fix the major plot holes in the book I outlined three years ago that I intend to start writing in half an hour for NaNoWriMo over here…

A book twenty years in the making…

Back in 2003, Mary E. Lowd began writing short stories set in the Entangled Universe, many of them centered on an elite science institute on a desolate moon — WESPIRTECH!

A decade later, a bunch of the Wespirtech stories were collected together in Welcome to Wespirtech, but the story told by that collection was always incomplete.  Two of the most important stories about Wespirtech — “Breathing the Air at Wespirtech” and “Lunar Cavity” — hadn’t been written yet. Continue reading “Welcome to Wespirtech: 2nd Edition”

Apologies in advance…

If you’re in a room with someone named Art, and they leave, you’re artless.

If you’re in a room with someone named Ruth, and they leave, you’re ruthless. Continue reading “Terrible Joke”

This won’t mean anything to anyone who hasn’t read my robot fiction, but watching Lee Pace in Foundation makes it clear that he’d be absolutely perfect as Gerangelo.

Also, I’ve always liked the idea of Claudia Black for Maradia.

So… uh… universe please get to work on that.

Watching Friends was how I made it through the end of college, after my actual friend group crash and burned around me. It made such a difference.

Also, I have a plush frog named Chnandler (that’s not a typo; it’s a deep cut) sitting on my bed right now.

It’s looking increasingly clear that my problem with dairy is specifically AI casein, so I’ve become a really big fan of goat’s milk, sheep’s milk, and A2 cow’s milk products.

I can eat cheese and yogurt again! This is VERY exciting. I really, really missed cheese.

Me: This story I’m writing is missing something…

Friend: Fire elementals? Continue reading “The Difference Between Sci-Fi and Fantasy”

Twenty years ago today, I stayed up all night talking with my spouse about whether we could afford for me to quit the horrifyingly bad coffee shop job that I’d had for one day and instead write full-time.

We walked around Green Lake at dawn, and I dropped off my resignation letter at 6am. I haven’t quite written full-time during the twenty years since then, because I’ve also been parenting two kids, now sixteen and ten.

During the last twenty years, I’ve written: Continue reading “Twenty Years”

I don’t care about nit-picky factual differences, How I Met Your Mother and the song “Bus Stop” are the same story in different forms.

Whenever I speak to one of my cats by name, one of my other cats looks at me like I’ve committed a crime against them personally.