Category: Blog

At least, according to Midjourney.

Imagine if dogs and cats were real, and you could see videos of them, but only got to meet one in person for one hour, once during your life.

You hit it off immediately and have so much fun… but they’re not pets.

This is how I feel about meeting Tiberius the octopus yesterday.

You know how your brain can have sudden ridiculous thoughts that make no sense?

I’m heading to the coast for an octopus encounter at an aquarium, and my brain just thought: “Oh no, should I have brought a copy of my book with an octopus on the cover… for the octopus to autograph?” Continue reading “Meeting Tiberius”

One of the best parts of being a writer and having your stories published is when they get illustrated, and you get to actually, really see the characters you’ve been imagining.

Of course, not all stories get illustrations. However, now with DALL-E, I can fix that… Continue reading “Lee-a-lei’s Baby Picture”

I’d like to think that Eleanor & Emily from The Beatles’ “Eleanor Rigby” and The Zombies’ “A Rose for Emily” were perfectly, happily in love with each other, and the boys singing the songs just didn’t notice.

A folding chair in a weirdly sunny-and-windy park wouldn’t normally be my first choice for where to write… but the local government has put together a program that pays teens to organize younger kids who drop by into fun activities… so, that shifts things. Continue reading “Writing in the Park”

Over the 15 years that my husband and I have been parents, there have been several points when he’s claimed he was doing a full half of the parenting. It has never once been true.

He used to argue my standards were unnecessarily high… Continue reading “The Myth of Unnecessarily High Standards”

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”