An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
I’ve been rewatching the series really slowly and just made it through the episode where the Federation loses the station but Sisko leaves his baseball behind — and I just love DS9 so much.
I think I’ve trained myself that “taking a day off” means “only writing three hundred words.” Success? Continue reading “Tidbits of Life”
Just broke 80k on my space opera novel-in-progress! That’s 80k in TWO MONTHS.
My accomplishments in 2017:
Continue reading “Assessing and Setting Goals at the Turn of the Year”
We spent several years under the imminent threat that we’d have to sell our house and move to a different city. That’s over now, but I still regularly dream about unfamiliar houses that we’ve supposedly just bought. It’s an odd form of nightmare.
The four-year-old informed me the local park was haunted by a slimer, so I had to break out my proton pack and do some busting.
I can apparently rant for quite a while about how perfect the first thirty seconds are of Jodie Whittaker as the Doctor.
I’d just like to take a moment to acknowledge that Star Wars, Star Trek, and Doctor Who are all amazing right now.
The four-year-old’s comment at the end of the latest Doctor Who special: “I did not know my regeneration was in this episode!”
Do you think letting the kids stay up late will mean they don’t wake us up at the crack of dawn tomorrow?
The four-year-old at midnight, suddenly popping back into the living room: “Santa is coming here!” Continue reading “Getting the Kids to Stay in Bed on Christmas Eve”
My subconscious is so impatient to see the new Star Wars (tix for tomorrow!) that I spent all night dreaming possible Star Wars. Turns out my subconscious is way worse at imagining new Star Wars than new Star Trek or Doctor Who. Continue reading “Dreams, Writing, Coldness”
They should bring the Santa Ana Winds back for another episode of #CrazyExGirlfriend. But then have Becca become a warlock & capture him as her minion, so he’s in every episode.
The four-year-old’s interpretation of Santa Claus: “These are your presents!”
Shoves random toys at the ten-year-old.
Ten-year-old, dryly: “I don’t want them.”
Four, forcefully: “You HAVE to take them!!!”
So, ghosts are real. I never would’ve predicted 20 years ago that I’d be haunted after my grandmother’s death by emails from her. I don’t believe in hell, and yet I think I do believe there’s a special level in hell for spammers.