Subject: Edmund Kemper, the Co-ed Killer I have always been the kind of woman who was going to join a book club in her 30s. Same as being a cat lady, same as being a bit of an old maid, though I managed to escape that title by becoming a sassy divorcee. And now I am in two book clubs, though for a short while, I was a member of …Read the Rest
Trial by Fire
Someone got me writing again. Someone got me writing Scurvytown again, which is even better. I wrote more words for …Read the Rest
Fixed Point in Time
At some point in time, I intend to reboot Scurvytown. But I have been saying this for far too long. …Read the Rest
Magic Taverns That Don’t Exist
I would like to think that I am somewhat of a podcast junkie. I’ll subscribe to a bunch of new …Read the Rest
Can’t Move My Eyebrows
As I begin this post, I think about the weird spambot messages it is sure to field. The summer was …Read the Rest
Update for 2016
It’s been awhile since I made a post, because clearly I suck. I’ll spare the excuses, because it’s a little …Read the Rest
Gravity
A recurring theme in my art is “overcoming my own gravity.” It’s probably the reason I enjoy writing space fiction …Read the Rest
Where’s your joy?
There was a fire drill or an unexpected fire alarm at work on Tuesday morning. I finished up the thing …Read the Rest
52 Weeks
52 weeks is a lot of writing. I think I want to qualify that with an “especially,” even though it …Read the Rest
Post-Move
I moved almost a month ago. Unpacking came in bursts on the weekends, until almost an entire week of snow …Read the Rest
Moving Day
Moving day approaches. So many hours I spent in this tiny space, cluttering it up, more and more with each …Read the Rest