According to my schedule, I’m a full month ahead on the novel I’m writing, so I’ve decided that the skill I’m going to focus on improving for #NaNoWriMo is being healthy about my writing — continuing to make, ideally, daily progress, but at whatever pace makes me happiest.
Better than Daylight Saving Time
I’m not a fan of “spring forward,” when everything starts an hour earlier in the morning, but the free hour for “fall back” is awesome, so here’s my plan:
We get an extra hour in the middle of every Saturday night, & days just rotate slowly forward.
Sweet Spooky Treats
This year, Furry Book Month crept up and surprised us, so we didn’t have anything prepared. However, now that we’re down to the last day — which is also Halloween! — we have two new furry stories to present, and since one is about a haunted cafe and the other about a werewolf in space, we’ve packaged them up with two new ghost stories to create a spooky Halloween issue! Continue reading “Sweet Spooky Treats”
Moon Dust
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Werewolves Versus Fascism, May 2017
Rainal gripped the vial of moon dust tightly in her clawed hand. It was the only vial she had left. Without it… No, she wouldn’t think about that. She would find a new source of dust in this space station bazaar. Someone had to be selling it.
Rainal passed one shop after another: avian aliens with fearsome hooked beaks and massive talons sold specially tailored clothing; reptilian aliens with scaly hides that gleamed like finely polished armor sold tech upgrades for starhoppers; and ursine aliens that towered over everyone with their impressive furry bulk sold dishes of curry. Continue reading “Moon Dust”
Memory Sprites
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Fantasia Divinity Magazine, Issue 5, December 2016
Camping with my sister Phyllis feels like a cargo cult. If she hikes into Uncle Mark’s forest, stakes out a tent in the dirt, cooks instant stuffing on a propane stove, and toasts hot dogs on sticks, then she believes the happiness of childhood will come flooding back. But all I see is a sadly empty camp site. There are no cousins climbing trees, rock-hopping across the river, or searching for frogs — they’re all grown up and scattered across the country. Hell, Erika lives in Australia. Instead of aunts and uncles laughing over a lively game of Brain-Dead Bridge around the campfire, it’s just me, Phyllis, and her travel backgammon set. Continue reading “Memory Sprites”
Missing: Friendly Spook
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Fantasia Divinity, Issue 9, April 2017
I wake up in a cold sweat, but nothing is wrong. There is no supernatural wailing; no undead yowling; no eerie scratching at my door. Not even an unsettling purr. All is silence. As it has been, for the last several nights. I wrack my memory, but I can’t recall how long it’s been since I heard Cassie, carousing in the dark, haunting my house and keeping me awake. Continue reading “Missing: Friendly Spook”
Halfway on Entanglement 2
I hit 40k on the sequel to my space opera novel just in time for #NaNoWriMo!
Based on the schedule I originally drafted, I’m now far enough ahead on my novel that I could take all of November off. Sort of like an anti-NaNoWriMo. (Ha. Right. Like that’ll happen.) Continue reading “Halfway on Entanglement 2”
Trick-or-Treating as a Parent
The best houses trick-or-treating are the ones that ask whether the parents would like a candy too. I mean, sure, I can buy my own candy, but it’s much more fun receive it as a quest reward.
Bladerunner 2049
I’m watching Bladerunner 2049, and even though it’s only two years old, the premise feels as dated as if it were from the early 80s.
Gee, I wonder why that could be… Continue reading “Bladerunner 2049”
Ecto-Cafe
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in The Daily Grind, April 2019
Sunny reached for the strap of her ecto-pack, but before she could pull the bulky piece of technology out of the sedan’s hatchback, an imperious feline voice rang out from the driver’s seat: “What do you think you’re doing?”
Sunny mumbled something about gearing up, but Ripley, the small white cat who was the de facto leader of the Ecto-Busters, cut the yellow lab off. “You don’t need an ecto-pack to run into a cafe and pick up a quick snack.”