Ten-year-old: “Hey, Mom, I have a story idea for you to write: Alligators in NASA.”
Husband: “National Aeronautics and Space Alligators!”
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
Ten-year-old: “Hey, Mom, I have a story idea for you to write: Alligators in NASA.”
Husband: “National Aeronautics and Space Alligators!”
The four-year-old: “I’m the greatest guy in the world! GHOSTBUSTERS!”
The four-year-old: “I have to go get my best buddy Winnie-the-Pooh because I left him in the TARDIS.”
I went to see Beautiful: The Carole King Musical tonight. It told the stories of the songwriting teams King/Goffin and Mann/Weil. I spent hours as a teen staring at those names on CD liner notes, wondering who they were, how they had written such beauty. It was deeply moving to see their stories played out on stage — these people who wrote so much of the music that I’ve leaned on.
I always liked “He’s Sure the Boy I Love” by Mann/Weil, but I love it so much more having seen it in Beautiful: The Carole King Musical.
The more dystopian the real world gets, the brighter, lighter, happier, and more optimistic my space opera will get. Take that, world.
After several years of barking at a blank wall, the Sheltie has finally figured out that we moved the printer to the other side of the room!
Between Halloween, autumn weather, and #FurryBookMonth, October is clearly the best month.
Getting closer to a working title for my NaNo novel — Entanglement Dynamic — sounds like a physics text but better than my previous best.
It’ll be interesting to see if the rain clears up before the time I plan on biking home…
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The four-year-old, in response to being told he can’t watch another They Might Be Giant’s music video: “But I have rights!”