An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
Full draft at 81,023.
That’s the second time in my life that I’ve finished writing a trilogy.
The last time I finished writing a trilogy was nearly four years ago, and the trilogy took longer to write but was shorter. Continue reading “Finishing Trilogies and Losing Dogs”
I’ve been trying to settle on a way to end this trilogy that feels really satisfying, and the thing is, there are so many choices. Sure, there are certain points I have to hit for the reader to feel satisfied, but as long as I hit them, I could do it a lot of different ways. Continue reading “Looking for an End”
Specialized playlist on: +15 to writing
Mug of chai: +10 to writing
Fluffy pink top hat: +1 to writing
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Total: +26 to writing Continue reading “Writing Stats”
Sometimes my brain seems like a bad roommate in a 90s show taking indecipherable phone messages. “Go to the other room.” Why? What was I supposed to do when I got here? Why didn’t you write more down????
We were told our dog was days from dying at the start of the pandemic… but she’s still going strong.
I think she must have decided Death was too busy this year, and she could wait.
Imagine if Clinton had won… and she was now running against Warren.
I know. Continue reading “Avoiding Death and Seeking Sleep”
The husband, describing his own failures at parenting & why I should hold out hope for him improving:
“It’s like you were expecting me to be a really nice chicken salad sandwich, and I’m more of a PB&J sandwich without the bread. Like there’s some potential there…” Continue reading “Children, Warcraft, Bed Times, Pandemic Times”
I don’t play piano much, but I took lessons as a kid and have poked around some as an adult. And there’s a way your fingers feel when they’re hitting the right keys — an inevitability, like the steps of a dance. Continue reading “When Fingers Dance”
Parenting is HARD.
And know what makes it harder? Every time a parent complains, they’re met w/ judgy responses about how it was a choice they made or how teachers are underpreciated. Continue reading “Callousness”
I miss having teachers assisting me in civilizing the seven-year-old.
And don’t ducking dare suggest I didn’t appreciate them when I had them. I did. And more than that, I argued that taxes should be higher so that they’d be paid more. Continue reading “Pandemic Parenting”
As part of Cat Weekend, we watched A Whisker Away, and while it got off to a slow start, the magical cat city was totally worth the slow build.
Cat Weekend continues with The Cat Returns, and it’s every bit as delightful as I remembered.