An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
This afternoon we started setting up a giant trampoline in our backyard, and this evening we’re re-watching Toy Story 3. My inner child (who is most of me) is very happy.
I know the end of Toy Story 3 is supposed to be heartwarming, but all I can see is Andy on eBay fifteen years later trying to buy back copies of all those beloved toys he gave away and still misses.
My process…
Write: “If she were a porcupine, she’d be shooting quills.”
Google: “Do porcupines shoot quills?” (They don’t.)
Add: “Even though porcupines don’t actually do that. She’d have found a way.”
Me playing most video games: “You could not pay me to bother with reading the story text. Must kill things!”
Me playing Hades: “Gotta go gather more nectar so I can buy more story text.”
My heart: “Look at Jupiter, look how pretty, all those clouds… what if there were DINOSAURS UNDER THEM?”
My brain: “Wait… you expect me to write seriously about dinosaurs living inside the clouds of Jupiter? HOW? It makes no sense!”
Heart: “I don’t care. Just write it.”
The Bengal cats are outraged that I’m making cucumber sandwiches, instead of something sensible like tuna.
Working on Otters In Space is such a strange experience… the prose oscillates wildly between dumb dog jokes and sharp observations about society… and that’s just always been the voice of this series. Continue reading “Tidbits of Writing, Sandwiches, and Wishing to Be a Rat”
There are so many videos little videos these days on Facebook showing how people make all kinds of things, especially food, arts, and crafts. And they always make me think of the videos Mr. Rogers used to show, like I’m pretty sure there was one at a crayon factory. Continue reading “Little Videos About Making Things”
I’ve decided before launching myself into the harsh reality of having to wait a year between October Daye books (rather than having them on tap) to hold the last one in reserve while I get myself started on the InCryptid series…
So, Discount Armageddon, here I come. Continue reading “Interleaving Series”
Eight-year-old, rummaging through the Legos: “Not-Yet-Completed Lloyd is about to become Completed Lloyd, because I found his torso!”
Me: “Great. Do you remember where the rest of him is?”
Eight, rolling their eyes at themself in the most adorable way: “…oh no.”
It troubles me deeply that I only have one October Daye book left to read… I mean, I know there are a lot of other Seanan McGuire series I’m looking forward to reading. But I’m not ready to run out of October Daye. Continue reading “The Curse of Catching Up”
Spouse: *trying to sleep*
Me: “So, if we got an ant farm, we could get a whole lotta new pets all at once.”
I dreamed I was a panelist at a convention again, but instead of speaking, we had to communicate by arranging alphabet- and pictographically-shaped croissants. Continue reading “Late Night Thoughts, Dreams, and Stories”