The subject of my next piece of artwork is a Brazilian witch named Bruxa Evora. My goal was to make her look a little like Morena Baccarin. NOT Tricia Helfer. I think it’s the eyes. And the chin. And…everything. Did some paint-overs last night. Got to love acrylics. Now if I could just get this stupid Bob Dylan song…
So I was working on some questions for my upcoming interview with to talk about his novel trilogy…which led me to EscapePod for a production of his short story "Pervert." Since I was in the neighborhood, I decided to catch up on my Hugo Award nominees, so I listened to "26 Monkeys, Also the Abyss" by Kij Johnson, "Exhalation"…
Where you can drink Tea in Space, the possibilities are infinite. Join Ingram buyers Alethea Kontis, Janet Lee, Kitti McConnell, and Lillie Rainey for tea and conversation, as they discuss the universe of genre fiction. This month, the Genre Chicks serve up Cecelia Ahern’s Thanks for the Memories, a new hardcover release from HarperCollins. * I became a fan…
I was all set to write an Apex essay about introverts and tornadoes, but–as happens to writers from time to time–recent events compelled me to take my thoughts in another direction. Not about the huge lot of repairs my car suddenly needs, or the Unabomber squirrel who’s taken up residence in my attic, or the convention season I’m about…
An interview in which Rich Dansky calls me a really cool person, and I proceed to act like a Geek Extraordinaire.
(Okay — technically I’m at Exit 76, but that’s how the song goes.) The area right off Exit 76 is like a war zone. You used to take a left and stop at a traffic light right in front of the new hotel…there’s not a traffic light there anymore. I don’t mean it’s out — I mean IT’S GONE. You…
This picture was taken from the Toot’s parking lot, about 100 yards from my house. Mom, I AM OKAY. I’m at work.Whether or not I still have a house remains to be seen. I will be so mad if my teddy bear went to Oz without me.
I’m trying to kill myself with busy. It’s absolutely fantastic.Which means that, apart from Twitter, I haven’t been around much. The storms haven’t swept me away. I’m still here. And I still have my camera. More pics here.
David MacInnis Gill and I first met at Orson Scott Card’s week-long literary writing boot camp back in 2003. As an assignment, we all had to write a story in 24 hours. Mine was about a magical society of Victorian Lady Etchers. David’s was about space crabs. He won all the points for originality. I can’t tell you how…
Happy birthday, Anne McCaffrey.
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