An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
I’ve re-watched all of George’s bits in the previous seasons, and he’s the only logical choice for a guy for Rebecca to end up dating. #CrazyExGirlfriend #TeamGeorge
This is a conclusion I’ve come to both from a fannish shipping which-guy-do-I-like-best? direction and also as a writer analyzing the show’s story structure. And if my theory is right, the creators have planned all along that Rebecca will end up dating George. Continue reading “Team George”
The kids convinced us to play Apples to Apples, and the highlight was an argument about what thing is the speediest that led to picturing a game of musical chairs played by a zebra and a ghost with cherries being thrown at them.
Ways the Authors & Artists Fair is different this year: tons of people already know what furries are, and we’re being dance mobbed by people dressed up in holiday outfits. So, basically, it’s more like selling books at a furry con.
11-year-old: “In your pockets, do you have…”
Me, emptying pockets of toys: “A raccoon, a lizard, a skeleton, and some silly putty…”
11: “I was hoping for a snack.”
Me: “Oh, no, I keep toys in my pockets, not food. You know that.”
I love it when my research is to do things like look at pictures of bears’ noses.
That feeling when you write the last few paragraphs of the first draft of your novel, and then you show them to your spouse, and they cause a deep philosophical discussion of physics… Continue reading “Finishing Nexus Nine”
Today’s Doctor Who made me realize I should write frogs more often.
My novel-in-progress is now the fifth longest thing I’ve written, since it just passed up “In a Dog’s World” in length.
My father-in-law saw the news about me being a Guest of Honor at next year’s Midwest FurFest and called to tell me how impressed he is. I don’t talk to my own dad… so, this was really nice.
I thought it’d be easier to write with Christmas music on than while listening to the 5-year-old sing the alphabet loudly & atonally, over & over again… but I underestimated his ability to sing along with every song by singing “Jingle Bells,” regardless of the actual song playing.
#NaNoWriMo isn’t over yet, but I’ve already had a very significant win: I did not give up when I fell behind. That was hard, and I’m glad I’ve had a chance to practice that valuable skill.
The 5-year-old insisted on listening to Little Shop of Horrors during the drive to his first dentist appointment today.
I’ve started writing characters with zhe/zir pronouns in my fiction, and while the initial transition was difficult, I got used to them surprisingly fast, and now it feels ridiculous that people don’t use them all the time, because they’re just so extremely useful and elegant. Continue reading “Snippets from Near the End of NaNoWriMo”
Ladies, if he:
—dyes his fur fun colors, and sometimes lets you pick the pattern
—alters spacesuits to fit you
—is extremely loyal and goofy
—is an otter
He’s not your man; he’s Trugger from the Otters In Space trilogy.