Today I fed a giraffe, and I watched a tiger paint for me.
Then my mom bought me a sparkly gold giraffe plush as an early 40th birthday present. Continue reading “Giraffes and Tigers”
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
Today I fed a giraffe, and I watched a tiger paint for me.
Then my mom bought me a sparkly gold giraffe plush as an early 40th birthday present. Continue reading “Giraffes and Tigers”
I’m working on a horror novel with my 14-year-old, and it’s an upsetting patchwork when it comes to how many spaces go after the end of a sentence — I still use two; the kid uses one. And neither of us is showing any signs of folding.
So, continuing on with [SPOILERS – Stranger Things S4E9]…
I am not really here for leaving the girl I find most relatable in a coma at the end of a season.
I still feel pain over VR5 leaving Sydney Bloom in a similar state FOREVER. Continue reading “Max’s Future”
I feel so disconnected from my writing lately… like I’ll come up with an idea, and it will be so long between that spark and when I have the real time to tackle it, that the fire burns out.
Enough sparks dying makes it feel like even trying to light a fire is pointless. Continue reading “Sparks Dying”
Well, I made it 6.5 episodes into Silicon Valley before breaking down and crying about how hostile and sexist that tech environment is, and how that’s pretty much why I ended up an isolated stay-at-home parent instead of able to have a paying job that would suit me.
I started writing a thread about my experience trying to break into the tech world as a ridiculously smart college student attending one of the top tech colleges in the country… Continue reading “Silicon Valley”
Me, yesterday: “I’m so excited by the progress I made on my robot story today! Stories like this are some of the best and most difficult things I write. I never know when I’ll be able to make progress on them!”
Me, today: “Ugh! Why can’t I make any progress on this robot story!” Continue reading “Robots, Obi Wan, and Trek vs. Wars”
I’m working on a story for my 9-year-old about a super-fast purple pangolin named Cosmic. It may have been inspired by a video game about a blue hedgehog.
Anyway, in my sleep last night, my sleeping brain became convinced I should also write a story about an orca named Ekko. Continue reading “Two Sagas”
Our Bengal cats are mesmerized by our preparations for the younger child’s Sonic-themed birthday tomorrow.
We’ve turned our house into a giant blue spheres level by taping balloons everywhere. It’s amazing. Continue reading “Blue Spheres Level”
So, apparently, I’m gonna spend the next two weeks, until the term ends, playing Candy Crush.
The 14-year-old is doing distance school, and if I sit next to them and prod them, they get work done. If I get distracted—by doing anything more absorbing than Candy Crush—they don’t. Continue reading “Surviving the End of the Term”
A Quiet Place is overall a good, valuable movie, and I actually quite liked its sequel…
But I’m never gonna forgive it for its first ten minutes.
If I’d known what to expect from the beginning of A Quiet Place, I’d have probably skipped the movie entirely. Or maybe I’d have been prepared and thus able to forgive it. Continue reading “Bird Box and A Quiet Place”