I’ve been showing movies I loved in high school when they came out to my kid & it’s troubling how they all seem to have become Important Works In Film History.
Kid: stares blankly at movie I said was impressive Continue reading “Rewatching Scream”
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
I’ve been showing movies I loved in high school when they came out to my kid & it’s troubling how they all seem to have become Important Works In Film History.
Kid: stares blankly at movie I said was impressive Continue reading “Rewatching Scream”
by Mary E. Lowd
“Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.” — Groucho Marx
“I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member.” — Groucho Marx

There’s a question that floats around the furry writing community occasionally: how do you define furry fiction? At first glance, this question seems similar to the age-old, what’s the difference between sci-fi and fantasy? A nit-picky question about the borders of a genre that can be endlessly debated. Hours can be lost to arguing over whether Star Wars is sci-fi because of spaceships, or fantasy because of the Force. I would expect arguments about furry fiction to fall along similar lines. For instance, does Robert T. Bakker’s Raptor Red anthropomorphize the raptors enough to count as furry? Or is it simply a piece of speculative naturalism? Continue reading “Am I Furry? — Fandom vs. Genre”
Music (the album “Hearts” by America: “I’m only half a man…”
Me: “BECAUSE YOU’RE A CENTAUR?!?”
Music: “…when you’re not by my side!”
Me: “It’s a song where a centaur is singing to his horse half!”
Watching The Matrix and thinking about how fun it would be to write a piece inspired by it where the people are sheep and the agents are sheepdogs…
I think I’d start it like this: “To stop the sheep from dying, you must first imagine every possible way the sheep could die.”
The thirteen-year-old, every time I show them a seminal work of sci-fi:
“Futurama has parodied this!”
That show is a crash course in every piece of sci-fi up through the time it ended.
Me: finishes writing a flash fiction
Seven-year-old: “You finished the book?!?”
Me: “Uh, no, a short story.” Continue reading “Flash Fiction”
I keep going back and forth about whether I should try to write Unexpected Voyage for NaNoWriMo this year. I already have 8-10k starts on Otters In Space 4, In a Dog’s World 2, and Xeno-Spectre. So I feel like I should focus on one of them instead… and yet…
I figure, if I hit Halloween midnight without having picked a different novel to focus on, I’ll go ahead and start Unexpected Voyage. So, I have five days to re-familiarize myself with the other options and see if I can commit to one. Continue reading “Pre-NaNo Dithering”
That feeling when you try to summon next week’s news by just refreshing Twitter hard enough.
Anniversaries of traumas are hard. I could barely sleep for months after the last election, and I can feel my body is already gearing up for that, preparing to brace itself and be always awake, always wary. It is not helpful.
So long as people in this country can call themselves “pro-life” without being roundly met by derision and condemnation of their evilness, every person with a uterus is in danger of losing their right to control their own body.
The term “pro-life” is hate speech. Continue reading “Tidbits of Rage”
“Well, Sarah, here’s the problem: I know how smart you are.” —T2: Judgement Day
Ain’t that just the truth of men in power, thinking it’s a problem when women are smart. Continue reading “Terminator 2”