An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
There are some incredibly powerful, empowering women, written by men who see women as lesser.
All I can think is these sexist men wrote empowering women by accident, seeing them as ideas & plot devices, in some cases brought to life by talented actors. Continue reading “Better than the Writer who Wrote Them”
The sky is orange,
The elementary school called,
Cancelling iPad distribution,
So the iPads don’t get covered in ash,
Like everything else is.
This is fine.
We watched Roger Rabbit yesterday, and this morning the neighbors are doing some sort of work on their house involving hammering.
My half-asleep brain kept hearing the hammering as “shave and a haircut” and was convinced they were trying to lure out fugitive toons.
A few weeks ago, a friend observed that I’d been talking about getting a kitten as long as they’d known me, so they’re glad I finally got one. This struck me as odd.
See… I always talk about getting a kitten. Continue reading “Millions of Kittens”
The seven-year-old’s reaction to The Truman Show: “How long would it take to build a dome like that? Months?”
Me: “At least.” Continue reading “The Truman Show”
This will not make sense if you’re not familiar with the movie Sneakers, but…
Every time a website asks me to identify all the squares with crosswalks and then click “verify,” I think: “My ability to identify crosswalks is my passport. Verify me.”
The very first story I ever had published, when I picked up the physical anthology & flipped through, I noticed one of my characters “tipped his hat.”
Implying he was wearing a hat. Which made no sense for the character & setting. But it’s what I wrote. So there the words were.
Thirteen-year-old, planning to bake a cake: “Do you want cake?”
Seven-year-old: “Meow!”
Thirteen: “Oh, you don’t want cake…”
Seven, exasperated: “Do you not understand cat-language?!?”
Best part of being a writer: getting cover art
Worst part: writing back of book blurbs
“Kitten claw everything
Hear her deep in mattress”
—texts I apparently sent to my spouse, early this morning, still mostly asleep & hoping he’d come take the kitten away to entertain her in ways that didn’t involve chewing on my hand