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“When I was younger, I thought shorter people died younger… I think I just really internalized that Davy was the first of The Monkees to die.” —the thirteen-year-old

Some days my rage at the sexism in this world is incandescent.

Other days, I swallow that flame and try to ignore how it burns me from the inside, so I can get by. Continue reading “Fiery Rage”

It is really hard to concentrate on writing a nice novel about a squirrel climbing a beanstalk up to a castle in the clouds with all this distracting world going on around me.

I kept calling our dog a baby luck dragon, and the seven-year-old didn’t know what that meant. So, we’re watching The Neverending Story.‬

I watched The Neverending Story over and over as a kid, both younger than and eventually around the same age as Bastian. The actor, Barret Oliver, reminded me of my cousin. Continue reading “Time Passes, “The Neverending Story” Stays the Same”

Brain: time for an existential crisis!

Me: what? Why?

Brain: you’re saaaaaaaad, probably time to rethink your whole career Continue reading “Identifying the Source of Sadness”

My brain lately:

I miss my dog

What if I don’t really miss my dog and that’s just an excuse? Continue reading “i miss my dog”

Okay, so I knew Deadpool 2 would be sexist and fridge-stuffy. And if my brain were less foggy, I’d have remembered that Ryan Reynolds would spend at best 5% of the movie being pretty instead of masked. So that’s all on me and my choice to watch it… Continue reading “Deadpool 2 and Birds of Prey”

My Sheltie’s favorite game was “we all have toys & we’re all running around.”

This makes sense to me.

My mop dog’s favorite game is “I’m trying to chew on your face without letting you chewing on mine.” Continue reading “Canine Games”

Losing two dogs in two months is a lot. They were five years apart in age. Life has no guarantees.

Trudy’s last day was today… she was sixteen, and yes, she is the dog who inspired Trudith in the Otters In Space trilogy. I could never have written Trudith without her. She was a friend, part of my family, and also an inspiration — one of my muses. Continue reading “Goodbye Trudy”

I saw some men complaining about a piece of historical fiction by a woman having too much sexism, even though it was time period accurate. This bugged me. I think I’ve finally figured out why.

History is full of sexism… Continue reading “Time-Period Accurate Historical Fiction”