Reading at KGB – Part Two
I awoke from a deep sleep and did not want to get up. Angus’s guest bed was super comfy with a puffy, cuddly comforter, but I had plugged my phone in to charge in the living room and had no Read more…
I awoke from a deep sleep and did not want to get up. Angus’s guest bed was super comfy with a puffy, cuddly comforter, but I had plugged my phone in to charge in the living room and had no Read more…
I first heard about the Fantastic Fiction reading series at KGB bar in Manhattan from my friend Angus, who posted a few times on social media about the wonderful authors he saw there. How glamorous it sounded! New York City! Read more…
My first novel, Galactic Hellcats, features a matriarchy. My third novel, The Gods Awoke, takes place entirely within a matriarchy. I’m revising a novel right now that has, well, a matriarchy. Why do I keep returning to this theme? When Read more…
At a recent panel, the moderator asked me, “Has Cancel Culture gotten out of hand?” or some such question like that. I don’t remember clearly because my mind was already whirling with dismay at what was really being asked and Read more…
A friend complimented my novelette “We Built This City” and I told her, “It started in a Literary Cleveland class – when was that?” So I went to my journals to find out – and it actually started long before Read more…
When Sir Ephraim asked me to be his squire in the SCA, in a charming and unexpected ceremony, one of the things he asked me was, “to be more yourself than you have ever been.” And I grimaced, like, ouch, Read more…
What to do about that. The title of this post is not entirely tongue-in-cheek. No one can feel another’s suffering, can know how it feels in your skin. No one has suffered exactly as you have, though we all suffer. Read more…