Advice from my Dad

My father is a fine artist, an oil painter and sculptor.  He dabbled in almost every medium.  “Never stop learning,” he’d say. “The day you stop learning is the day you stop living.” I never knew a life without artistic pursuits, or sage advice relating thereto.  When I think about my dad, I think about […]

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This Dude Doesn’t Know Who Neil Gaiman Is

… and why that makes me happy. A while back, I wrote a post about fame.  How it’s not a useful goal, because to be famous requires first that you are, well, famous. It’s a game of exponentials, where the truly famous are famous for BEING famous. I used Neil Gaiman as an example, comfortable […]

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The Fear of Invention

The first critiques we receive always stay with us the longest and hold disproportionate position in our imaginations.  So it is for me and scientific plausibility. As a child, writing silly, childish stories, I was drawn to science fiction first. I wanted to write about robots and spaceships and aliens.  Almost immediately, the comments I […]

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The Nebulas!

Hello, darlings! I’ve just returned from the 2017 Nebula Conference. It was in Pittsburgh this year, which is an easy drive for me, and my dearest Clarion baby brother Patrick lives in the ‘burgh and our Clarion-sister Alyssa was nominated for not one but TWO categories so I had to go. It was also the […]

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Hairy for science!

I hate shaving my armpits. They’re concave, for one thing.  The skin is sensitive and the razor burn is real. So there I was, in the shower, with razor-burned pits, contemplating shaving them again.  “Does anyone even care?” I thought. That was back in March. I chose not to shave, that day, and then that […]

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So you wanna use a manual mower

I use a push-powered mower because I really love the environment. It’s also what the first lawnmower I remember was and nostalgia is a sad, powerful force. Oh, and I’m cheap. I hate spending money on things I don’t enjoy and I don’t enjoy putting gas in the lawn mower. But mostly because I love the […]

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Cinderfella

I can trace the dawn of my writing career to Cinderella.  The Disney movie.  I saw it and was blown. Away. I had a perhaps uncomfortably enthusiastic appreciation for Cinderella’s abusive life at the beginning of the film.  “The only thing that would make this better,” thought five-year-old me, “is if she were a boy!” […]

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