The four-year-old, speaking of the small dog: “I wish Amy could talk like me.” A moment later, “I’ll pretend she’s talking.”
Yep, that’s my kid.
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
The four-year-old, speaking of the small dog: “I wish Amy could talk like me.” A moment later, “I’ll pretend she’s talking.”
Yep, that’s my kid.
The four-year-old’s excuse for not listening to me at the park: “I left my ears at home.”
Generally, I’m a very linear writer. I write stories like I’m reading them… just more slowly. But lately, I’m finding myself writing passages entirely out of order, and the sentences reorder themselves around me like pieces in a Tetris game. It’s very disturbing. Continue reading “Writing Processes Changing”
It’s award season, and so we’re doing a round-up of Mary E. Lowd’s furry short stories published in 2017. There are a lot of them! All but one of these stories can be read online for free; four of them can be read right here at Deep Sky Anchor! If you love any of these stories, please consider taking a moment to nominate them for the Ursa Major Awards, or if you’re a qualified nominator, the Leo Literary Awards. Continue reading “Furry Award Eligible Stories”
Every beta read of everything I write ever: “I expected the characters would have more feelings…”
Me: *grumblingly adds feelings to the manuscript because squishy humans think they’re so important* Continue reading “Beta Readers”
The coffee shop I’m writing at today drew a panda in the foam on my chai, and now they’re bringing around free chocolate chip cookies to everyone!
I’m at the stage of writing my novel where every night I think, “I’m going to finish it tonight!” But then I don’t…
But maybe tonight!
Part of me wants my novel-in-progress to wrap up in the next 4k words, because then I’ll be done sooner; part of me wants it to drag out for another 11k, because I’ve never been this close to hitting 100k words before.
Hit 90k on my space opera novel-in-progress. Too tired for exclamation points. But yay. Continue reading “Tidbits from the Highest Heights of Word Count”
GAH! I forgot to have the gravity change appropriately to match the scene change AGAIN. This problem is going to haunt me for as long as I write space opera, isn’t it?
Four-year-old: “We’re on an alien planet!”
Me: “Are they nice aliens?” Continue reading “Tidbits from Hanging Out with a Four-Year-Old”
Every couple of months I find an old mop lying around the house, spend a couple hours shaving it, and find a brand, shiny, new dog inside.
I dreamed Hugh Laurie was the Doctor for one special between Eccleston and Tennant. It was glorious.