An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
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”
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”
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.
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”
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.”
Current mood: raging cauldron of bees
Desired mood: placid frog on a lily pad
Path between moods: 404 not found
The 6-year-old: “Want to hear a joke? Why did the golfer wear two pair of pants? In case one got a hole!” Followed by delighted cackling.
Me, having trouble listening: “What? A mole wearing pants?” Also delighted cackling.
There are some shows that help clarify the world & even help you understand yourself. So when they end, you’re not just losing a show you enjoyed watching, you’re losing a source of insight, something you could lean on to make your life and yourself better.
I know there’s a lot more important things to wish for… but I wish that there was a new episode of Star Trek: DS9, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, Bojack Horseman, and Tuca & Bertie every week, instead of, you know, all of those shows being over.
I guess, while I’m wishing, I wish there was an animated musical space show with lots of animal characters, spaceships, songs, and feminism with a new episode every week too.
The lesson the six-year-old learned from The Lorax: if you want to summon the Lorax, just chop down a tree.