Shannon

Tomorrow, Friday the 13th, is a big day. Tomorrow, the anthology Witches, Stitches & Bitches comes out–the first anthology I’ve edited. The first book with my name on the spine. IT IS SO GORGEOUS YOU GUYS OH MY GOD!!! This week has been very busy with last-minute proofing, lots of promoting, some unexpected crises, and […]

Back in Portland. 95 degrees on arrival. Words are expensive. Photos are cheap. Brought another load of Mark’s stuff down, in anticipation of his moving in at the end of the month, and his apartment is definitely looking like Temporary Space: Last night, because reasons, we did a photoshoot for the cover of A Sword

I’m in Seattle, for a moment; Mark and I attended the one-day Clarion workshop led by the magnificent Daniel Abraham today. And oh my goodness, did I mention magnificent?? We learned many good and fabulous things. I’m only beginning to process it all. I think much good will come of this. Elsewise, I did finally

What is this…water falling from the sky??? Seriously, it is suddenly feeling autumnal out there. Strange. In other news, there is no other news. I worked all day. Really really all day (except for the part where I went to yoga and we did grownup somersaults). And though the work was buckets of fun, it’s

Well, I haven’t exactly gotten back to my own work yet…got another rush freelance job, which is awesome–it’s a really enjoyable one–but it does eat up the time. (And another marvelous one is on the way!) No, well, actually, I did do a BIT of my own work–I wrote some more introductory paragraphs for the

Sorry for the Paucity of Posting this week. I’ve had a freelance job that has eated my brain. (As zombies do.) But! It is done now. For which yay!!! Anyway, today (after turning in the Brain-Eating Freelance Job), Mark and I went to the Dahlia Festival with our friend Miss T. And lo, there were

I went hiking with Miss H. on Sauvie Island today. It was advertised as a flat, three-mile hike to an old lighthouse. Sounded great! Well, okay, technically that was all true….it just didn’t mention the ankle-deep mud, the snakes (okay one snake), the mosquitoes that ate us alive, the aggressive vultures guarding the dead shark

So Mark and I have been doing a thing. The impetus came at Christmas-time, more or less; we’d been unhappy with our weight, and general un-fitness, but we were traveling all the time, and it was very hard to do anything about it. “In the new year,” we said to each other. Seeing Christmas photos

Busy and fun weekend, and productive too: got a lot of work done, of many different varieties, and also spent a splendiferous Sunday drinking too much and playing cards with Camille and Claude for, like, so many hours that lunch turned into dinner. 🙂 And it was all supposed to be entirely different. A bike

Here’s the lovely Camille Alexa, reading from her story “Pinktastic and the End of the World”: And here’s a photo for Chaz: Elsewise, I wrote a ton today, and I don’t seem to have any words left. I think what I wrote was all right, but I honestly can’t tell any more. Time to go