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?!?”
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
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
Friend: I’m looking for a new clock
Me: Here’s a link to a dragon clock on Amazon!
Friend: It needs to be silent… Continue reading “Dragon Clocks and Lamps”
One of the nice things about working on a sequel to The Snake’s Song is that it gives me a reason to listen to the playlist I listened to while writing it again. It’s a good playlist, and it helps get me back into the characters and world.
How to write:
—get kitten
—dangle feathers
Look, if you measure in word count, sure, this strategy may not be the MOST effective. But if you measure in HAPPY KITTENS, it’s much better. Continue reading “Happy Kitten –> Happy Writing”
My life has been a bowl of chaos ice cream during this pandemic, and then my dog died, so we got a new kitten… Basically, we put some chaos whipped cream, chocolate sauce, cherries, and sprinkles on top of the chaos ice cream to make a chaos sundae.
Me: Here! See my new kitten!
*tilts camera down*
Kitten: plays charmingly on my lap Continue reading “Zoom meetings with a kitten…”

The kitten wants scritches. The keyboard needs typing. You must choose.
Kitten or writing?
You only have enough hands for one…
The thirteen-year-old comes in to find me watching the forest fire scene from Bambi. Specifically just the forest fire scene. Looks at me quizzically.
Me: “Research. For the novel.”
Thirteen: “Ah. I wondered.”