An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
The rain sounds beautiful.
And now the sun is out and sparkling on all the rain-covered leaves.
Started watching the Hitchhiker’s Guide movie with no warning to the 9-yr-old; her stunned staring at the singing dolphins is priceless. Continue reading “Tidbits of Life and Parenting”
October is Furry Book Month! And that means lots of deals for cheap or free furry books!
The Furry Writers’ Guild has joined forces with many furry authors and publishers — including our own Mary E. Lowd — to put together a special list of deals. Continue reading “Furry Book Month!”
The kids are competing to see who can howl like a coyote for the longest.
Elaine: “I won by a mile!”
Wesley: “I won by… a rainbow!”
Decided to count up the stories in my spreadsheet… Apparently, I just finished writing my 100th short story.
It says weird things that I counted rejections until my 1000th with great anticipation but almost didn’t notice finishing my 100th story.
This just sank in… Achievement unlocked: write trilogy.
Aaaand once again I wrote an entire chapter with the wrong gravity.
So, this time I finally really have taped a piece of paper to my laptop keyboard saying, “What gravity is this scene in?” Hope it helps.
I wish I were a Pokemon, then I could eat lots of candy and become super powerful.
It’s really important that America continue to have a president who supports women’s rights. I’ll be voting for Clinton in November. Continue reading “Trivial, Important, Absurd”
I did writing tonight — all I came up with was “electronic jackhammer crossed with a pogo stick” — but it was still work.
A worthwhile exercise: In The Wonder Years, Winnie’s behavior is presented as mysterious and whimsical, as seen through Kevin’s eyes; analyze how it’s actually logical and consistent if their interactions are looked at from Winnie’s perspective. Continue reading “The Lie of Mysteriousness”
The great thing about writing the kind of books I do is that I get to name a LOT of cats and dogs, way more than if I was just naming pets.
I dreamed The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August but with the cast of The Monkees. It was… bizarre. Continue reading “Harry August and Not the Zoo”