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That feeling when you’re trying to balance the names of the characters in a space opera novel so that they don’t all start with the same letter, and you end up staring at a bunch of letters, shuffling them around, until written language doesn’t mean anything anymore…

That feeling when you’re tempted to write an essay explaining how Heathers is a better musical than Les Miserables. But there are probably better uses of your time, so you try to let the feeling pass.‬

Under 1978 copyright law, Spider-Man would have entered the public domain in 2019.

I just saw someone arguing that public domain Spider-Man would be a nightmare, cause then people could make him trans/gay/bi/etc.

Copyright law right now is on the side of evil and fascism. Continue reading “Grow the Public Domain”

Me: I should really focus more on my writing…

Also me: puts lure on coffee shop PokéStop

The story-telling part of my brain is acting like a dog who I’ve put on a leash but doesn’t want to go on a walk… just lying there on the floor, pretending to have no feet and insisting that if I want it to write stories, I’ll have to drag it.

‪T.K., Truggster, and Kermit urge me to add words to my blank page, but instead, I stubbornly go buy another drink because this place has one called “German chocolate cake in a cup,” and I must try it.‬

Update: it is A-MA-ZING.

There is soooooo much sugar in this German-chocolate-cake-in-a-cup drink. Sooooooo much.

Stomach: why are you putting this much sugar in me? oof
Brain: we will bathe in the brilliance of sugary goodness forever! feed us sugar and you can write again!

Me, working on a story that makes no sense: “Wait, wait, no, stop, what if there was an octopus… that… used to be eight mice????”

‪I am told that letting me buy a giant inflatable narwhal on this much of a sugar high would be like letting someone get a tattoo while drunk. But giant inflatable rainbow-and-sparkle blue narwhals are waaaay less permanent.‬

So, I came down from the sugar high of the German-chocolate-cake-in-a-cup drink… but there was still a third of it left… and it was mine… so… I mean… I had to drink it… And now I’m flying again. I do not know how they cram that much sugar into one drink.‬

I’ve been seeing  a lot of interest in my robot stories, ever since “The Three Laws of Social Robotics” came out in Analog.  So this page is a guide to where readers can find more of my stories about Maradia’s robots. Continue reading “Maradia’s Robots”

‪I never dream about my house. I dream weird new houses, which made sense when it looked like we’d have to sell this house and move away. But this morning, I think my brain tried to dream about my house. The result was a strange hybrid of the bones of the house I grew up in, set on the hill where I live now, with all of the furniture stripped away and stolen. Continue reading “House Dreams”

Okay, so, realistically, I had way too many stories come out in 2018 for anyone to keep track of them all — 26 stories total, and almost all of them are furry.  So, I’m going to list them all here, but I’m also going to filter them out a bit — putting a few of my favorites at the top of the list, and then arranging them by how easy they are to read online.

First, my novel The Snake’s Song: A Labyrinth of Souls Novel came out in 2018 and is eligible for awards!  I’ve received permission from the publisher, ShadowSpinners Press, to reprint the first chapter here on Deep Sky Anchor!  So, here ya go, The Snake’s Song:  Chapter One. Continue reading “Awards Eligibility Post for 2018 — a.k.a. Tons of Free Furry Fiction”

Fred Patten, a pioneering member of the furry writing community and prolific editor, died today at the age of 77.

Words are failing me, but here’s a picture of all of the anthologies Fred edited with stories of mine. That’s enough encouragement to change the course of a writing career, and also my life.

Rest in peace, Fred.

My critique group seems to believe that if there’s a winged-otter in the first act, it will be explained in the third. (a.k.a. Chekov’s Winged Otter) Unfortunately, that’s apparently not necessarily how my stories work… Because winged otters?