Over the last week or so, I’ve been trying to figure out how to describe the thing where certain people are just always up in arms over something. This is, admittedly, somewhat like a fish developing a word for water. I am trying to crawl up on land, as it were, but I’m still having
You probably don’t want to read this post: it’s one of those self-centered “taking stock” posts. Although if you’ve been hurting lately on the writing front, maybe. So I’ve had what has been (to me) a rough year. I won’t go into too much detail, but it seems like there’s been at least one major
When I first started really cooking, I threw things together. Lentils, salt, crock pot, thyme. Then I started following recipes. And eating, lots of eating of things that I wouldn’t have otherwise eaten. Nothing truly daring, but new foods. Indian buffets were my daring indulgence. I lived in a vegetarian co-op and cooked green pea
Another exercise thingy: Two stories tall, narrow, Victorian-style, hardwood floors now sprinkled with antique rugs, two and a half baths with good plumbing under them; a cellar whose shelves groaned out for jars of jam and carbuoys of beer; robin’s-egg blue walls in good condition and an air conditioning unit fit to freeze Hell
Part of a writing exercise thingy: You hate food balloons. Anything with a tough skin over a mushy middle. Peaches are okay. The skin isn’t thick enough to conceal rot. You know where you are with a peach. But grapes, most grapes are horrible. You can’t just pop a grape into your mouth. That’s
I’ve been talking to someone about writing, about learning to write, about integrating parts of your life so you have something to write about… …and she’s kind of soaking it up like a sponge. It’s eerie. (I’m perfectly fine running at the mouth, but having people take me seriously gives me the creeps. I’m not
The Scaredy Wizard of Theornin with the updated cover available at Amazon, B&N, Kobo, Apple, and Smashwords so far. I decided that I missed my cover updates, so I did one. I’m not sure whether I’ll leave this one forever, but…Ray liked it better than the old one, so it stays for now. This one
This is a red pepper and tomato sauce with Spanish influences, she said, trying to throw in the keywords that Lee’s most likely to use when looking up this recipe… Romesco Sauce 1 14.5-oz can of chopped tomatoes (may be some left over, reserve for another use) or the equivalent of 6 Roma tomatoes 1 roasted
(Note: Experimenting with blog design again; the last one was pretty but killed commenting on the site! Bah!) This is not a question I’ve asked myself in a long time, I have to admit: Which story should I write? The one that wants to be written! The one that’s an assignment! The one that
I have an essay (a brief one) in WDSF, an essay about finding the kind of science fiction that I want to find, and how science fiction has to outcompete the various media that my daughter’s exposed to: science fiction needs to be able to appeal to a kid who’s watched Powerpuff Girls, you know? She isn’t
