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Because it’s good for me.

I realize what’s missing. I haven’t been writing. Opening word files, staring at dialoge, moving around sentences. But no long stretches of writing. No long stays in somewhere-else. How quickly I fall apart.

Jed’s got some thoughts up on gender bias in the SF/F sub/accepetance rate. I found this tidbit a bit close to home for myself: …it seems plausible to me (though I have only anecdotal evidence) that there’s potential for vicious circles here; if women perceive a magazine as not being a good place for women

… when I wonder why on earth I haven’t deleted this damn blog yet. EDIT: Oh, nevermind. *Now* I remember…

No email. No phone messages. No one in the house but me. I realize it’s been a long time since I had breathing space, time to just sit and be still. There have been moments; pale, fleeting moments where I believed that this time, yes, this time, I’d find my narrative, I’d piece together all

Sat on the bus on the way home and dreamed up who’d I’d cast in a movie about the story of my life. The song I hope I’ll be able to roll during the ending credits is The Beatles’ “Baby You’re a Rich Man.”Hey, I’m a fantasy writer. This is what I do.

Bumped into Mr. T, one of the architects, in the breakroom. He’s been on a “work imbalance” schedule the last few weeks, meaning he’s not laid off, but he’s only allowed to work a couple days a week. “How are you feeling?” he said. “Pretty good, actually.” “So what was it you had? You had

I’m not sure how I feel about the idea of people taking up the idea that “being fat” really is a disease, but at least somebody’s digging into some of the complexities of the what’s going on. The most unhealthy I’ve ever been was also the thinnest I’ve ever been. Related note: Women who feel

So, I walked out of a grocery store yesterday without buying any groceries. For the first time in my life, I walked out of a grocery store because it was too expensive. On the way to the Trader Joe’s that I usually go to when Jenn’s out of town (when she’s here, she drives us

And I didn’t die. Yay me.