Snippet: Nothing You Do Makes Me Happy. My jaw dropped. She shrugged. “I’m not human, you idiot.” She shrugged again, and her body fell out like a cheap hair extension. I didn’t have to say a word. Not necessary around telepathic aliens. Talk about relationship problems. I giggled like a girl. “No, not all women […]

Ray. Hmm…the new things that she’s doing aren’t really glaringly new. Except that she can sit up now. She’s not very graceful about it — and get her excited about it, and she’ll kick her legs (and tip herself over backward). The other new things are intangible this time: If you snuggle a toy into

Dance of Joy! Dance of Joy!http://www.blogger.com/blog.pyra?blogid=3368851 I’ll be published in this month’s issue of Banshee Studios, with the flash fiction, “Love,” also posted here on April 20th. Ahhhh. It feels good. Update: The new issue doesn’t come up until May 1st.

Reviews: The Man Who Wasn’t There & a Nancy Kress non-fic book. We watched “The Man Who Wasn’t There” last night. Hmmm….reminds me of a couple of kids who’ve dragged out every toy in the toybox and put about a third of them back. I was waiting (we rented the DVD) for a section in

Happiness is… “I said, ‘Are you an Asian thumping monkey? Thump once for yes and twice for no.’ And then she thumped eleven times.”–Lee, talking about Ray.

Keep this in mind, De There are people who can write journals that are worthy of being published. Kafka, for instance. This blog, on the other hand, will never see print. Why? Because it’s my freedom. I don’t have to edit if I don’t want to. I’m starting to feel the pressure, while I’m writing

And back from the mail… “One Cool Million” has come back from Asimov’s, with a form letter. Sigh. Damn form letters anyway.

Tenterhooks, again. “Customer Service” has gone out again, this time to Clean Sheets.

Snippet: Wish Fulfillment Poof! All at once in a puff of steam or smoke there appeared a contraption much resembling a lotter ticket dispenser. “Free Tickets!!!” yowled a shiny decal stuck to the face of the thing. The machine stuck out the tongue of a ticket, so I took it. I whipped out my lucky

Blue Champagne. Whoah. I guess this explains why I can’t find a copy…I checked it out from the Iowa City Pulic Liberry three or four years ago. Haven’t been able to find a copy since.