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My story, “The Women of Our Occupation” is up at Strange Horizons.

I need to show this article to my doctor… “To me what makes more sense is that there’s just a lot more social stigma associated with being overweight amongst females, and that that causes a lot more stress and distress,” Muennig said. “There’s evidence showing that high levels of stress can increase your risk of

Another busy rush hour on the train headed out to O’Hare. You get a lot of people and a lot of luggage packed on that train on Monday mornings just shy of 8am. I was holding onto one of the poles by the door, and this little woman was standing on the other side of

Yup, it’s about that time again, when the protagonist’s overabundance of self-pity overwhelms even her own ability to tolerate it! You know what my problem is? I haven’t written anything new in nearly two weeks. That’s enough to make me batshit. See you all on Monday. “One of the things that draws writers to writing

OK, I need to stop whining. I need to get my shit together, or nothing is ever going to get done, nothing is every going to change. Deep breath.

Remind me again why we all get into relationships again and again and again when all of them just end up hurting you and somebody you love again and again and again? Isn’t the definition of insanity doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result?

Blame the Spice Girls? (via Twisty) Barbara Ehrenreich has a blog! (thanks, Jenn) And if you haven’t read this bit about “choice feminism” from Linda Hirshman, you should. (also via Twisty) Yawning Lion defines feminism (ohhhh yes, the feminist sex wars continue! For the record, I think trying to force yourself to be a lesbian

I somehow managed to do nothing today. I tried to work on some line edits in a vain attempt to get tDW fucking finished. Instead, every chapter, every paragraph, every line, every word, looked wrong. I needed to start over. Trash it and start again. It was one of those days. I realized it wasn’t

My buddy Patrick has finally given in to peer pressure and got himself a blog. Well, OK, it’s an LJ. But that shouldn’t encourage ya’ll to think any less of him… heh heh

Why did I spend four pages getting the characters from the scholars’ quarters to dinner with the Patron when the maze-like layout of the keep has absolutely no bearing on anything that happens with the plot? Oh, yea, cause, “Someday it might!” Cut, cut, cut.