An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
What’s that? What am I up to? Oh nothing. Just binge-watching hours of Living Single and getting all worked up about a conflict that happened between fictional people back in the nineties. As one does.
I’m tired of being sick… I need a painting of myself that I can put in a closet, and it can get sick for me. And—why dispute the classics?—it can also get old. And if I ever get famous enough to have twitter trolls, the painting can have those too. Continue reading “The Modern Dorian Gray”
Me in 1996: the science in this Star Trek: Voyager episode is silly and makes no sense, how annoying!
Me in 2020: ah, it is so very nice to hang out with my friends B’Ellana, Kim, and Paris on this wonderful starship captained by the amazingly ethical and competent Janeway Continue reading “Rewatching Random Voyager”
When your brain is bad at tuning out physical stimuli, shopping for new clothes is exceptionally difficult, because the question isn’t, “Does this feel right?” but rather, “Does it feel wrong in a way that will last FOREVER or only 2-3 weeks until I begrudgingly get used to it and won’t wear anything else?”
At 86k words into this novel, it has become extremely clear that I’ve been flat out lying to myself all week as I promised, “Oh, it’s almost done, only a few more words; it can’t be MUCH longer than 80k.”
I seem to have a formula for how I like to end novels…
First, minds blend together, allowing for enlightenment. Continue reading “Finishing Entangled Universe #2”
No matter how much I love Picard, it’s hard to get over the sequel to an ensemble show w/a diverse cast being about only the white male lead.
All the women & PoC in ST: Picard don’t change that the show is kinda saying, “White men are special; women & PoC are replaceable.”
To be clear, I’m not really critiquing any of the content within the new show… more just the fact that Picard is treated like he’s more important and more worthy of a new show about him than Troi, Geordi, Crusher, Worf… Or literally any women or PoC from previous Trek shows. Continue reading “Ideas for Star Trek Shows”
The Good Place and Bojack Horseman both ending the same weekend as I’m finishing a novel is not really ideal for me…
Falling asleep is a delicate butterfly. Hold perfectly still, breathing softly, and maybe it will land on you, gracing you with sleep.
But one wrong move? You scare the butterfly away and have to begin all over again. Or worse, crush its wings and you have to await a new one.
That feeling when you’ve spent months tossing balls in the air—in the form of subplots & character arcs—and now they’re all coming down, but they keep hitting the ground in the wrong order and bouncing away so you have to chase after them, and it’s supposed to LOOK ELEGANT.
I’ve written 200 short stories & a half dozen novels… but I’ve only written a novel longer than 80k once before, and tying up all the threads of a piece this large into neat little bows, without getting them tangled up in each other, seems to be a skill all of its own… Continue reading “Trying to Finish My Longest Novel Yet”
From my novel-in-progress: “But daggers aren’t sharp when they’re inside out.”
I think this is going to be my favorite sentence from this book. Continue reading “Close to the End”
The Spy Who Dumped Me (2018) is not quite a good movie… but I feel like if it got a sequel, that movie would be awesome.
Forget the goofy origin story. Just let Mila Kunis and Kate McKinnon be awesome, off-the-wall, best friend spies.