That feeling when you don’t have enough spoons to figure out how to get more spoons.
So, I’m re-watching Star Trek: Voyager, and…
Janeway: Forest cat who’s spent her life acting like one of the dogs Continue reading “Watching Voyager to Get By”
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
That feeling when you don’t have enough spoons to figure out how to get more spoons.
So, I’m re-watching Star Trek: Voyager, and…
Janeway: Forest cat who’s spent her life acting like one of the dogs Continue reading “Watching Voyager to Get By”
Yesterday I read a beautiful story in a top market that helped me understand pieces of myself, and I stayed up late having a conversation where quotes from it helped me explain a dynamic in my life that’s been going on for decades.
This is everything art should be. Continue reading “Thoughts on the Helicopter Story”
Deep breath. It doesn’t feel like it today. BUT. I tried to watch Murphy Brown from the beginning, back when it got rebooted. And that’s a show that was ground-breakingly feminist for its time. And now… oh my god. It’s sooooooo full of sexist tropes. There are only two women, and they’re constantly at each other’s throats. Murphy is constantly put down for not being feminine enough. Continue reading ““Are We Winning?””
Snow used to be something that fell during the night and melted away before you got up in the morning.
Now snow is something that falls next week in the weather app and melts away before you actually reach that day.
That feeling when an otter in a raft shows up to save a bunch of cats who’ve been slowly drowning in the middle of a lake while arguing with each other about the best way to swim.
Spaceship log: an ancient star we used to steer by has gone dark. The maps in the database must be reconfigured.
Mike Resnick wrote one of my favorite books — A Miracle of Rare Design. It’s the ultimate transformation book, and it meant a great deal to me in high school, because it told me that no matter how I changed in the future, I would always still be myself.
RIP Mike Resnick.
Sixty years ago, Buddy Holly rhymed “maybe” with “baby,” “funny” with “honey,” and “glad” with “sad,” and I’m still listening to it today.
Don’t overthink your art. Just make it.
Me: calls to elder dog at top of my lungs
Elder dog: nope, can’t hear, definitely deaf, gonna keep nosing around the furthest corners of the backyard in the rain
Later… Continue reading “And Trudy Howls…”
Okay, theoretically, this is an Awards Eligibility Post… except, I had so much fiction published this year that thinking of it that way will probably melt people’s brains. So, instead, here’s a guide to learning about the fiction I had come out this year, in case you want to read it. If when you get to the end, you can still remember that awards exist, then I’d absolutely be honored by any award nominations my fiction might receive.
First off, my books…
Nexus Nine, published by FurPlanet, counts as a novel for the Ursa Major Awards and Cóyotl Awards, and a novella for the Leo Literary Awards.
Tri-Galactic Trek, Jove Deadly’s Lunar Detective Agency (co-written with Garrett Marco), and ROAR 10 were all published by FurPlanet and count as Other Literary Works for the Ursa Major Awards and as Anthologies for the Leo Literary Awards and Cóyotl Awards. Continue reading “Fiction by Mary E. Lowd in 2019”
It’s REALLY creepy when the Roomba starts saying, “Please charge Roomba,” in the other room in the middle of the night — just loud enough to hear it’s a voice you don’t recognize in your house, but not quite loud enough to make out the words.