I have the worst dog. This is not unqualified hyperbole, either. I am a dog trainer, by hobby at least, and I’m not terrible at it. Vesper is the kind of dog… okay, there have been a couple times where professional trainers watched me working with her and said, “yeah, I couldn’t do that.” By which …
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If Vivian dies before I tell her I’m in love with her, will I regret that more than telling her I’m in love with her? Because I don’t know what happens to me if I say it out loud. Even if she can’t hear me. “Epitome,” Asimov’s Science Fiction, September 2016
I’m on the Slog again talking about how badass women in my genre are. (Actually, this happened on Monday, but I insisted on hugging Cory Doctorow even though he told me not to (I WAS DRUNK) and I caught his flu and I’ve been a hot mess since I got home.) I always come home from WorldCon …
Last day of WorldCon. I keep thinking “Saint Louis” but it’s Kansas City and that just goes to show how much I’ve been paying attention to the world outside my very narrow focus for the last five days. Of course, a lot happened, some of which I had to be reminded of the following day. …
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“They said shoot a problem monkey, and we shot a monkey. They’re all fucking problem monkeys.” “How High Your Gods Can Count,” Strange Horizons, May 2, 2016 © 2016 Nora Potwora, “How High Your Gods Can Count”
I am getting all nostalgic about Clarion West, as it comes up on acceptance time, as plans form up for this summer’s class and as the CW committee decides on the lineup for 2017 (omg IT’S AMAZE). Classmates, too, have been talking about their own experience and what they think they ultimately got out of it now …
In January I made my first professional sales, one right after the other, to Asimov’s and Strange Horizons. Both are markets I read regularly and admire. I have been delaying announcing this for reasons I cannot really account for. Well, yes, I can–I don’t have signed contracts and so part of me doesn’t want to believe it until …
