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”
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
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.
I’m up to the last Animorphs book, and oh my god, I can’t imagine how this would have messed with me if I’d read it at the age these things are aimed at.
I thought Martin the Warrior was a tough book at that age.
Me to DALL-E3: Great, but could you try again with no American flags, since these raptor/octopi are from Jupiter and not Earth?
DALLE-3: AMERICAN FLAGS EVERYWHERE