Category: Blog

That feeling when you realize the email you’re writing isn’t working because the paragraphs you keep poking at never really were an email… they’re an attempt to cast a magical spell on the universe. And for this particular spell, a few paragraphs simply isn’t powerful enough.

It feels like cheese broke up with me. Like, I still see cheese around, hanging out with other people. We still run into each other. But it’s not MY cheese anymore. No matter how much I miss it, I have to get over cheese, accept it’s gone, & move on with my life.

But it’s hard.

Writing and parenting would be a lot if it were just two jobs. But writing is more than one job. If you want to get anywhere, you have to do a whole range of other things from marketing to outright publishing. Continue reading “Writing + Parenting = More than Two Jobs”

The pandemic has been hard for furry, because it shut down conventions. But I spent this last weekend at a furry con where everyone was masked, vaxxed, respectful of each others’ space, and bigger than they’d expected.

Furry is here to stay, and it keeps growing. Continue reading “Furry is Awesome”

Coming down from a weekend where I signed easily over a hundred books and now I’m just at home like usual is… a definite transition.

Thinking about selling books in the #Furvana21 dealers den this weekend, and you know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a furry dealers den that skewed more heavily towards book-sellers.

Books were more than 20% of that dealers den, and it was kinda awesome.

Stomach: After 30-some years of eating cheese, that seems like enough for a lifetime. I am done with cheese.

Me: what

Stomach: no cheese Continue reading “Fighting with Myself over Cheese”

Look, I just really, really, really want to see Stargate tackle Christianity and Jesus EXACTLY THE SAME WAY as they handle every other religion they’ve mined.

Like clearly, Jesus was one of their visiting alien dudes, and it’s a WEIRD gap that they don’t address that.

I’ve been out of touch with my sister for a few years, even though we live in the same town. There was a big fight, a lot of history, and… yeah.

Lately, my sister has been reaching out to our mom, who lives basically next door to me. This is good, but… Continue reading “Having Space for People Who Hurt You”

When I was in high school, I was left home alone for the evening, and there were weird sounds coming out of the heat vents in the floor.

I owned several swords—one I’d bought from a Klingon table at a Trek convention and also presents from my mom who gets me. Continue reading “Swords and Raccoons”

I kind of stopped caring about pedantically precise consistency in most fiction when I realized that humans aren’t very good about being pedantically, precisely consistent in the real world.