An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
1) I have not been eaten by a snake.
2) Daniel.
3) No matter what happens in the next two years, I got to move home to Oregon, live in Eugene for six years, lead the Wordos for four years, and be in the same town as my mom and sister. Continue reading “Five Things I’m Grateful For, Day Five (the Final Day)”
1) My favorite Christmas ornament — the cookie mouse — which had been lost for years showed up in the back of a drawer last night.
2) I’m now more than halfway done watching Enterprise. Continue reading “Five Things I’m Grateful For, Day Four”
1) There are some excellent stories in Lightspeed’s “Women Destroy Science Fiction” issue. They explore some of the very ideas that I’ve wanted to write about but couldn’t figure out how. Maybe reading them will help me figure it out.
2) Both of my children are healthy. Continue reading “Five Things I’m Grateful For, Day Three”
1) I’ve found homes for fifty of my short stories and two of my novels.
2) Lightweight sitcoms, such as Parks & Recreation and Modern Family. Continue reading “Five Things I’m Grateful For, Day Two”
One of my cousins is posting five things she’s grateful for, for five days. I’ve decided to do that too.
1) Great new songs on Sesame Street all the time, like this one (“A Lovely Sunny Day” featuring Zachary Levi): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtvPlFty1rE Continue reading “Five Things I’m Grateful For, Day One”
When your hit points are low enough, any blow can one-shot you.
We watched the Vaux’s swifts roost at 17th and Agate tonight — a swirling tornado of specks of ash, so quiet you could hear their wings flutter.
For her snack, Elaine requests: bread topped with sliced cucumbers, topped with graham crackers, topped with more sliced cucumbers. She says that she knows it will someday be a popular snack. I have my doubts. Continue reading “Parenting and Editing”
Dinner at Turtles with a bunch of Wordos is excellent motivation to come home and do a lot of writing.
After a long night of hiding eggs, the Easter bunny goes square dancing with the pirate cows.