Hello, my lovely friends, family, acquaintances, and Internet strangers! Some of you celebrate Christmas! Some of you do not! Many of you in the former category sometimes worry about including those in the latter. I know it can feel like the season is littered with word-bombs that may unintentionally hurt…
My to-do list runs my life. I check it several times every day. I take great pleasure in ticking items off the list. If my to-do list is complete, then even if there are other things I should be doing, I feel a sense of accomplishment and peace. If it…
Fellow writers, we’ve all been here, yeah? You’re in the middle of a piece. You were fast out of the gates starting it off: you’ve established the hook or got the characters yelling at each other or provoked your reader’s curiosity. You’re cruising along. And then… pppht. The car runs…
When Boyfriend asked why I didn’t like it when he teasingly reads what I’m writing over my shoulder, I told him that was because it was garbage. Not, I hastened to explain, the self-effacing “oh all my work is garbage” kind of garbage, but, like, actual garbage: this is a…
I don’t remember much about Square One‘s Dragnet parody, Mathnet, apart from the fact that I loved it, that the Christmas episode of Shining Time Station prevented them from ever airing the solution to their wrestling mystery serial, and that one plotline sticks out in my memory. The two Mathnet…
I am an expert in reading last books in awesome series. You can tell this because at the time of writing this blog entry, I have no fewer than three on my shelf, bookmarks firmly ensconced. (For the curious, Dexter is Dead, Monsters of Men, and, of course, Ancillary Mercy.)…
A lot of writers seem to blog about how they got their agents. When I was still querying, I found these stories helpful. Yay, debut authors were still signing with agents! New books 4EVA! (They were also a little disheartening, ’cause, y’know, knowing a bunch of other people did make…
(Hope my fellow Canadians had a restful and fun long weekend last week!) There is no form of horror that freaks me the hell out worse than the jump scare.
Well, here’s the thing: I don’t actually know. Lots of people misgender me all the time. But I can at least conduct a proper empirical investigation. Here we go!
I didn’t notice how fashionably people in Toronto dress until I spent some time near the small town where my mother, her siblings, and some of my cousins grew up. It’s not that it didn’t occur to me that particular outfits I saw on the subway on my way to…