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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

  I’m still brainstorming this dang cookbook.  I’m torn between thinking it’s genius or it’s idiocy.  Story of my life, right?  Who needs to be told to use up leftovers?  I did. — Leftovers. In theory, you’ll eat them later and they will taste just as good as they did the first time. I hate that theory.

  Lately I’ve been working on endings and realized that I’ve been using my talents against myself: I get to the climactic battle scenes, and I end up so excited to find out how everything wraps up that I rush through them and leave out the details that make resolving a battle so satisfying.  Ack.  I

Alice popped up like a jack-in-the-box, took hold of the Rabbit’s ear nearest her, and cried, “Let’s pretend you’re a stew!” Now available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and Kobo, with Apple not yet up. Ep #1: blog, Amazon, B&N, Kobo, Smashwords, Gumroad, Apple, and more.  Free at the blog, Kobo, B&N, Apple, and Smashwords links; Amazon is hanging in there at $0.99. Ep #2: Amazon, B&N, Smashwords, Gumroad, Apple, Kobo, and more.

Writer housekeeping post! I’ve been looking at some big-picture stuff over the last few days. This involved sorting through my Goodreads books and tallying up what I read. Because it did.  Because what I think is my sweet spot for reading/writing probably isn’t what I think it is. This came up in a discussion with

So lately I’ve been rambling a lot about my subconscious.  A lot of the time, I feel like my inner life is stronger than my outer, self-aware one.  If you’ve read Sandman, it’s like Delirium driving the car while Matthew the Raven screams “Drive on the right!  Drive on the riiiiiight!” Lately, my subconscious has been

I just turned forty. It’s freeing. As in, “I don’t have to put up with ______, I’m forty now.” So here it is, my no-guilt, I’m-forty-now clothing manifesto: Clothing that looks crappy on me is crappy clothing. There is nothing wrong with my body.  There is something wrong with deliberately making clothes that do not

Thank you to Lana Williams for inviting me to join this blog tour on writing process.  HER blog post or this tour is here, at LoveHistoricals.com.  Lana is a consummate historical romance writer, and her blog posts are always a crackup of weird historical facts.  Her latest is a Victorian romance called Unraveling Secrets. As for

Now available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and Kobo, with Apple not yet up. Ep #1: blog, Amazon, B&N, Kobo, Smashwords, Gumroad, Apple, and more.  Free at the blog, Kobo, and Smashwords links; the others will follow. Ep #2: Amazon, B&N, Smashwords, Gumroad, Apple, Kobo, and more. Ep #3: Amazon, Smashwords, Gumroad, Barnes & Noble, Apple, Kobo, and more. But Mr. Dodgson did not answer; perhaps, Alice thought, because some feelings were too scattered to

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.