There’s a conversation going around about how short fiction zines are generally not actually financially self-sustaining.
My personal favorite solution? Universal Basic Income. Continue reading “Sustainability of Short Fiction Magazines”
Post Con Crash
That feeling when going to bed is too hard because your toothbrush is buried in a suitcase, and the suitcases are all on your bed. So you curl up next to one of the suitcases, check your phone, and groan at the idea of being up in eleven hours because that’s just too soon.
Flying Back from Midwest Furfest
Time is always confusing, but it seems to be especially bewildering while flying west across time zones. Continue reading “Flying Back from Midwest Furfest”
The Dread Georgette
The necromancer in Diablo 3 periodically announces to the demons you’re fighting, “YOUR DEATH NEARS!” Except, one time, I misheard it as, “GEORGETTE NEARS!” and now I can’t un-hear it.
This Georgette though sounds awesome.
Linear Time
Things that felt like they were happening right now, now feel like they happened a long time ago. And yes, that’s pretty much the definition of living in linear time, but it’s also super weird.
Advice About Steak
The six-year-old is improvising a song about how if you want to carry steak around with you, you should store the steak and a steak knife in a bottle of steak sauce.
It is vaguely to the tune of “Everything is Awesome.”
Highest Principle
The first question to ask when planning a story: what if the main characters weren’t human? Would it be better? Because, I mean, PROBABLY.
Interestingly, the conversation that inspired this post wasn’t about furry fiction, but simply brainstorming a sci-fi story that ended up possibly making more sense with aliens than humans. Yet, the observation couldn’t really have been more on brand for me.
Impossible Tasks and Magic Portals
This morning when I started playing Diablo 3, the game gave my character ten tasks that seemed impossible.
I’ve already completed nine of them.
Luring myself to bed: with the promise of chocolate cake for breakfast. Continue reading “Impossible Tasks and Magic Portals”
Delightful Tidbits
The six-year-old, running through the house, to go get scissors: “Don’t run with scissors!!!”
Yes, yelling at themself, apparently.
Writing a novel is like spending three months precisely calculating the best trajectories & carefully throwing fifty balls into the air; hopefully followed by one month of perfectly catching them all as they rain back down. Continue reading “Delightful Tidbits”
Red Eyes
The six-year-old, who has just learned that contact lenses exist and can change eye color: “I already know what color I would want — red.”