Happy Saturday, Readers! I’ve spent most of this week on the job hunt, and it’s starting to show signs of paying off. I’ve had three phone interviews with one company and have an in-person interview with a different one on Monday. I’m hoping I am gainfully employed before the first of June. In the meantime,
I was reminded this morning that kindness changes people. I was already in a pretty good mood as I set out for work this morning…it’s warm enough to not need a jacket, the sun was starting to rise, and I took some time to make myself feel pretty this morning (I put on makeup). As
Today is the submissions deadline for the short story anthology that I am editing for the Sirens Conference, a benefit anthology that will help defray the costs of running a conference like this one. This year we opened up submissions to include poetry and flash fiction, as well as the short stories we’ve always accepted.
We are getting close to time to begin editing the short stories for the Sirens benefit anthology. This is a book that comes from people who have attended a Sirens Conference, and who want to help support the work that the conference does, help provide scholarships to the event and otherwise support women in speculative
It’s early on a Saturday morning and I am up, showered and dressed (for some value of dressed anyway). There is coffee sending up steam and the aroma of goodness on the desk next to me, most of my house is clean and I have a weekend stretched out in front of me. Today I
We have had one of the wettest winters I can remember since I moved to California in 2001. I love the rain, and I often miss the big booming thunderstorms of my childhood. Along with the rain, we’ve had a colder winter than I remember having in all that time…and for longer than I can
I have a confession to make, I love the television show Supernatural. Sure, it has its faults. Yes, it’s had some less than stellar story lines. Or course, some of it is over the top outlandish. Yep, the characters are all deeply flawed. I think maybe that’s part of why I love it. For all
A bit of oatmeal, some coffee and we ease into the day. Well, not so much. By the time I got to the oatmeal and coffee, I had already walked 1.2 miles, with a train ride in the middle, plus the whole getting out of bed and getting dressed and all of that, including makeup
I’ve always had something of a love/hate relationship with the concept of cosmetics. On the one hand, I love how they can help me present an image of myself, on the other, I hate the work involved. In my teens, I never left the house without the minimum of foundation, mascara and eyeshadow. As I
I am working on a short story this morning, a foray into the world of horror. The story itself has been floating around in my head for years, and I figured it was time to bring it into being. It’s another rainy Saturday here in California, and I’m still down with the cold that attacked
