An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
Went to see Marjorie Prime at Oregon Contemporary Theatre this afternoon — excellent play, superb production, brilliant acting, and a really interesting exploration of AI, memory, humanity, and mortality.
The four-year-old is performing a “play” for me… It seems to mostly involve saying, “Hello! I’m the Doctor, and I travel through time!” while running around in circles. Continue reading “Three Very Different Plays and NaNoWriMo”
That moment when you’ve been writing so much that you just keep on writing while you sleep, but in your dream, there’s no way to save the words… #NaNoWriMo
I love it when my research is: stare at photographs of bunnies and think of good ways to describe them.
The four-year-old as The Doctor: “I turn daleks into vampires with my screwdriver, then I have to kill the vampires!”
My childhood home is being sold in the morning. Coincidentally, I just reached the part of my novel where my main character’s beloved spaceship is brutally destroyed.
The four-year-old is explaining to me that there are three piggies in Little Red Riding Hood — one building a house and two looking for the wolf.
[Discussion of day-old guinea pigs]
4-yr-old: “What?! If they eat carrots, then they are bunnies!”
Daniel: “Do you eat carrots?”
4: “No!” Continue reading “Tidbits from NaNoWriMo”
I wish I could hang my coats in my closet… but I can’t open my closet due to all the coats stacked in front of it.
#NaNoWriMo is such an emotional roller coaster.
I dreamed the four-year-old was a balloon. Two stars, would not like to dream again.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Last week, we gave you a treat — two Shreddy the cat stories. Today, we have the corresponding trick — a trio of bite-sized stories that add up to a mouthful of nightmare: