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But Mr. Dodgson did not answer; perhaps, Alice thought, because some feelings were too scattered to be packed neatly together into a single word, and ought to be left as a kind of shambles. Yep.  Finally getting back on track.  

Right, culmination. Who likes Joss Whedon stuff?  Raise your hand.  (Sorry, I just got back from PPWC, and I’m still in audience participation mode.) Who likes…The Hero’s Journey?  Joseph Campbell et al? My idea:  Joss Whedon is not writing straightforward Joseph Campbellian stories.  Also:  I am sick to @#$%^& death of straightforward Campbellian stories. My history:

I think I’m going to let my Bon Appetit magazine subscription go. It doesn’t cost me much:  $1 an issue.  And shelf space, and reading time.  I like the content (although I’m still annoyed about Conde Nast picking Bon Appetit over Gourmet). I have a new issue on my desk.  Open the front cover, and…there

Hello!  You are probably here after having spoken to me (DeAnna Knippling) at the Pikes Peak Writers’ Conference (or saw me in babble mode and were kind of leery of speaking to me directly; I can’t blame you). Here are some reasons you might be here: I sent you here for free stuff. You wanted

  Hasenpeeper Stew 1 box of instant chocolate pudding mix 2 c. milk 1 box (12) rabbit peeps 5-6 pieces of small candy per serving Mix chocolate pudding according to package directions.  Pour into 6-8 serving dishes, about 1/4c. per serving.  Add one whole peep and two half-peeps to each serving dish.  Drop candy into

Eh, I didn’t mean to write this.  I just ended up writing in the comments of someone’s FB post anyway: Carry a small notebook for book recommendations and a to-do-when-you-get-home list that you can take, unobtrusively, to meals.  Wear the comfortable shoes unless you’re pitching, because this isn’t ACTUALLY a corporate job interview and the

Ray, my daughter, had been in the hospital since Friday.  She’s feeling better (and is home now), but I spent most of the first few days feeling drained and brain-dead and reading the Belgariad:  comfort food.  And watching cartoons:  more comfort food.  I think I’ve overdosed.  Nevertheless, I’m not up for anything stronger.  I tried

Cold Turkey by Carole Johnstone I received a review copy of this ebook in exchange for a review.  Available via TTA Press, with additional links as I get ’em. Okay.  So there’s a short story in Stephen King’s Night Shift called “Quitters, Inc.”  I like it.  It’s about a guy who quits smoking. I thought

One:  Plotto is a book.  It contains plots.  1,462 plots.  It is the TVTropes of plot books. Two:  Don’t get the ebook.  Just don’t.  You will need all ten fingers and several bookmarks to read this book. Three:  This book is madness.  Or a meditation.  Or both. Four:  This book clearly states that it does

This is another Tim Waggoner-sparked post. I was on a panel last night where we were trying to define horror.  My definition? Horror is a violation of reality. I disagreed, because, well, that’s what I do when this kind of thing comes up, and made a brief response, which then got me thinking… And what