An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
Oh my goodness, the ten-year-old made blueberry muffins from scratch this morning before I even got up.
The four-year-old has figured out how to microwave oatmeal for himself and turn on Ghostbusters. My parenting here is done. Back to sleep. Continue reading “Tidbits About Star Trek and Meals”
Ring around the playground,
Pockets full of nuts found,
Sunset,
Sunset,
We all go home.
Happy Furry Book Month!
This year, to celebrate Furry Book Month, I’d like to talk about an anthology series published by FurPlanet. It’s called ROAR, and there have been eight volumes so far.
I personally discovered ROAR the first time I attended a furry convention. I was still getting my bearings, trying to figure out what furry writing was all about, so I picked out a few books from the FurPlanet table to buy and take home. One of them was ROAR Volume 2. Perhaps that’s why I’ve always thought of ROAR’s role as being the perfect introduction to furry fiction. Continue reading “Let’s talk about ROAR”
Four-year-old: “I’m sorry.”
Me: “Why are you sorry?”
Four-year-old: “Oh, I didn’t wear a bow tie, and I want to wear a bow tie every day.”
The four-year-old is very clever; he’s figured out that if he says, “I want to watch Star Trek with you,” right at bedtime… I may fold.
Also, I may not have settled on which Data episode to rework, but I am definitely fixing Skin of Evil. In my universe, no way in hell Tasha dies.
The four-year-old is entranced by his discovery that there’s a character with the same name as him on Star Trek TNG.
Four-year-old, muttering sadly: “The daleks shot my companions, so now I don’t have companions. I can’t save the world anymore.”
Me: “Would you… like help… finding new companions?”
Four-year-old: “Oh yes! I’m happy now!”
The line between my brain helpfully inventing a new Scream movie for me to watch while sleeping and just plain old having a nightmare is getting kind of thin.
I’m pretty serious about finishing up the story I’m writing tonight… but the story seems pretty serious about not wrapping up.
It’s a battle of wits between me and my own story. Continue reading “Struggling to Write”
*summons the willpower and concentration to tune out the singing socks on Sesame St. and instead work on writing my Tri-Galactic Trek tale*
I’ve failed to tune out the Sesame St… This message is brought to you by the letter W and the number 0, representing my word count. Continue reading “Writing While Watching a Four-Year-Old”