Shannon

Saw my third movie of the year this evening–“The Triplets of Belleville.” Awesome. And with that, my day is done.

All righty then…I went out in the world today and hunted down the last pieces of what I need for SteamCon, so I think I can show my face there and not be utterly ashamed! Funny, though, the one things I set out to buy–a plain white blouse–was the one thing I couldn’t find (that’s

Broke 1,000 words on the new story, despite my tired brain’s best efforts to distract myself with Other Things. My reward shall be to go to Casa Doctodd now and have them cook me a meal of great deliciousness, while I play with the cats. Not a bad deal, if I say so myself. All

I’m writing again (yay!). My big plan of taking October off? Yeah, not so much. I think I was slowly going bonkers. Actually, the plan was more not to start anything big until after World Fantasy, and that’s still my intention. But last night, I resurrected an untitled collab short story that Jay and I

Excellent Editor Jennifer Brozek has just announced the lineup of stories for Close Encounters of the Urban Kind: Alma Alexander – I Am Sorry for Talking So Rarely to Strangers Erik Scott de Bie – Racing Lights Richard Lee Byers – End of Life Nate Crowder – Frames of Reference Ivan Ewert – Waterheads Robert

I think it’s time for me to start writing fiction again.

Jay, the Oregonian, was laughing yesterday at how worked up we Californians were getting about this big storm. “It’s just rain.” Well, yeah, it’s just rain; and, no, I’m not the kind of witch who melts in water. But the problem goes something like this: Recipe for Disaster -Take one very large state at the

Well, here’s that storm.

Can someone explain The Fortress of Solitude to me? A dear friend gave me the book, as we are to see the author together at a City Arts event in a few weeks, and I confess….I don’t get it. I mean, it’s beautifully written–there were times where I ached in delicious sorrow at the gorgeousness

Went out today and looked at men looking at cars. Also there were lots of dogs, and beer, and barbecues, and southern rock music, and smoking. A great time was had by all. A lot of guys not only like to admire cars; they also love to drive them. Look at couples out on the