Monthly Archives: April 2018
Page 2 of my Follycon notebook is quite a bit blurrier than page 1, but don’t worry, I have some blurry memories to supplement it! Uh, so I think this is still from that first conversation with Georgina Kamsika, Sarah Dodd, and Micaiah Huw … Continue reading
Yeah yeah, I know Eastercon Follycon was a month ago. It’s been a busy month, and I’m just now typing up my notes. I hope to get all of my follycon notes online, hopefully before I go to Worldcon in … Continue reading
Vitosha’s white peaks. While I look up at that snow I’m sweating down here.
A brief thank you to slatestarscratchpad, who made a post a month or two ago about “expanding your base” (or “increasing your foundation” or something) – that is using your ability to get things done to learn how to get … Continue reading
Beset by discord I stop and look around me A lilac upwind
Bounce Nakmara Three-Five-Four turned north and piloted her cradle up the ramp of the grand old university building. Where had Professor Japaljarri said he’d be? Go up the ramp and turn east, then south, then east again down the corridor. … Continue reading
When the lilacs bloom And horse chestnut leaves unfold Forget the Discourse
Baby birds cry out. The dried worms on the concrete will help them grow wings.
Yeah sorry, today I’m not writing about my new book deal or my new way of writing or whatever. I’ve had a tough week, so today I’m rewarding myself. Today I’m writing about generating new words in my ergo-absolutive alternate-history … Continue reading
In an old garden Red tulips have spread themselves. Next year, there’ll be more.