I don’t run this human, I just work here…inputs and outputs…sweetness More adventures in “I don’t run this human, I just work here.” Over the last few days, I finished a scene I’d been struggling with for a while, and it went better than great. Just lovely. One of those “ah yes, you ARE an […]
Happy Space Lord Mutha Mutha Day!…on romances & sucky ghostwriting clients Happy Space Lord Mutha Mutha Day! There’s a sassy rock song by Monster Magnet that is truly the antithesis of all things Mother’s Day; if you’re having trouble coping with the pablum today, give it a listen. I want to go to the beach
I have a short story called “Estimated Value” in this anthology, a tale about the fae and pickers–people who pick up antiques and ephemera for a living (but who don’t leave changelings in return). Other authors in the anthology include: Ron Collins, Karen L. Abrahamson, Brigid Collins, Dayle A. Dermatis, Olivia Wylie, Leah R. Cutter,
The people who pick at scabs…”natural talents”…backstage self Another one. GAHHHHHHHH. I have stuff to do. But here goes. … Reminding myself this morning that I am utterly, recklessly, relentlessly, brutally fearless about some things (well, if and when I let myself know them) and that I also take it for granted that everyone should
The movie Polite Society…Banh Mi Factory…pain, resets, and woo Yesterday Ray and I went to the movie Polite Society, a Bollywood-esque Desi movie about sisters and kicking ass. All the characters are delightfully flawed. If you get a chance to see the move in theaters, do go! And watch for the stuff happening in the
Clearing out what I know so the unknown can slap me upside the head…what is mine, liminality maybe? This is another thinky one; I finished one section of the current book and, while it went well, there’s a big mess of plot threads to clean up in its aftermath and I don’t know where to
Josephine, a burlesque cabaret dream play…Ray’s new hair…Sarasota birthday jaunt I don’t know where to start, which is a good sign that I need to dump a bunch of tangled thoughts. I tried to keep this organized at least somewhat, but toward the end it gets very long and thinky. I needed to write it,
Poem experiment: write it, read it, publish it. At the Mote Aquarium, May 1. Unrhymed. One of those poems that started out as a throat-clearing exercise, but ended with me connecting some dots about larger things that have been on my mind. I took the day off and went to the Mote Aquarium to write
Anger…What is mine?–Or who is mine?…Somebody Else’s Problem Another long one. I feel like I should *feel like* apologizing for the length, but I don’t feel apologetic for taking up the space, not really. If you need it you need it; if you don’t you don’t, that’s all. … So last year I worked on
My subconscious has been working on overdrive to work out some things lately, and I’m trying to get caught up enough that I can keep things mentally sorted for myself. This post has one AdJ from April 25, then two side quests from before that. The AdJ is the “main” stuff I’m working on; the
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