OTTERS IN SPACE 3 HAS BEEN EMAILED TO THE PUBLISHER. *Kermit flail, running in circles, fall on floor*
I entered Otters In Space 3 into my submissions spreadsheet, and it accounts for more than 1/10th of all the words of fiction I’ve ever written.
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
OTTERS IN SPACE 3 HAS BEEN EMAILED TO THE PUBLISHER. *Kermit flail, running in circles, fall on floor*
I entered Otters In Space 3 into my submissions spreadsheet, and it accounts for more than 1/10th of all the words of fiction I’ve ever written.
Wesley is counting the tiles in a game and successfully made it to twelve, higher than I’ve heard him do before. After that, there were a lot of elevens.
The first tulips bloomed in my new garden.
Fun new game I get to play: which episode of ST:TNG to show the nine-year-old next? Up now: “Darmok”
A good playlist is a powerful thing.
Is… MLP:FiM just an extended pony remake of “Data’s Day”? And Twilight Sparkle is Data? Continue reading “Data and Twilight”
It’s time to listen to dozens of different covers of “I Fought The Law” all in a row.

Three of our stories have been nominated for Best Short Story in the Ursa Major Awards! This is truly exciting news! Thank you so much to everyone who helped nominate them! Here are the three stories: Continue reading “Ursa Major Nominated Shorts!”
I love the new Bunnicula cartoons so much. They make my Necromouser stories feel like retroactive fan fiction.
It’s so much harder to drag the three-year-old away from the toys at Barnes & Noble when I’m easily distracted by toys too…
Shortbread, cinnamon apple tea in fancy teacups from a thrift store, and watching a bunch of singing animals put on a show in Sing.
Nine-year-old: “Some people need to live in salt water.”
Me: *confused silence*
Nine-year-old: “And by people, I mean fish.”
The three-year-old, gesturing to his feet: “See, look at my feet. I have some.”
The three-year-old has decided that “I like pancakes” is the funniest joke ever. He says it over and over to himself in different voices and cackles with hilarity.
The three-year-old, delighted by the Scrubs opening credits music: “I’m no Superman either! Because I’m Spider-Man!”