I saw someone on Facebook say that it feels like we’re living in a simulation and wow, I felt that. Reality seems so surreal these days where you can never be sure if “news” is actually news or parody, and even the real news is so skewed to reflect whichever side the reporter/news organization is
I’m sitting here on Sunday morning, in my nice flannel PJs, sipping on some coffee and working on waking up enough to write. Today’s writing agenda is to start/finish chapter thirteen, get the plot moving and step up to the next thing on the vague sort of journey in my head. Of course, being a
You know, I think I could tolerate this migraine if it was just the headache, but this time the pain brought a bunch of friends to play with it. Yesterday was awful, filled with sensitivity to light and sound and touch, nausea, fever, chills…just a mess of stuff that made me feel like dying was
National Novel Writing Month. NaNoWrMo. I’m pretty sure every writer I know has done it at least once. I’ve played a few times, but never found it super productive, and so I haven’t done it in a few years. However, a number of my Sirens sisters are doing Nano this year, and I’m hot on
It is that time of year again, as the veil thins and the spirits of the dead move through the land and the world remembers that witches exist. Sure, we’re around all the time, but mostly people forget until Samhain approaches, and then suddenly we’re meant to perform our witchness for them. Okay, so witchness
Finishing up the packing for my trip tomorrow and trying to resist the urge to pack every Star Wars t-shirt I own. After my bit of a buying spree lately, that’s a LOT of t-shirts. I think I could get through most of a month without having to wash anything…and I still have a few
Oops, I haven’t posted in a while! Sorry about that. I don’t even have a good excuse! Life has been busy, but that’s almost always true. So, what’s been happening? Well, next week is Sirens is happening next week and our benefit anthology is out now! Heroes and Hellions is a collection of short stories and poetry
I’ve been thinking a lot about community and what that looks like for someone like me who seldom feels at home in groups of people. For a time in my life, I found community in various fandoms, but as time progressed, they became contentious and clicky and I backed away. For a time, I found
I was nine years old when Star Wars: A New Hope was released. I have very vivid memories of watching it in a movie theater in Brockport, NY. It was the beginning of a lifelong obsession, not just with Star Wars, but with the whole sci-fi genre. In my teens, Star Wars dominated my decorating
I’m not going to lie, this new job is killing me. I haven’t written more than a few words (of course, not on any of the things I have been writing, no, Brain decided that we needed more sci-fi in our writing and has offered me space!vampire!pirates…I don’t know sometimes…) and my stress level is
