As I mentioned in yesterday’s con report for WFC 2012, the pictures I did of Death and the Cat for this short story were quite a hit. In fact, they sold out so fast that many people who wanted one did not even get a chance to place a bid! This kept being pointed out to me …
There is a perfectly reasonable explanation for how I ended up in a Chinese dumpling restaurant outside Toronto singing Jonathan Coulton’s Still Alive a cappella with Amber Scott to a table full of bemused women. It goes something like this: On Wednesday my Wonderful Mother and I flew to Toronto for World Fantasy. World Fantasy …
Being a complimentary art post to the web story of the same name that I posted here two weeks ago. Let’s just say that the Grim Reaper with a cute kitty was a visual theme I found hard to let go. These were all drawn over the course of a week using only a VBall …
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This is a (very short) story I wrote one Sunday evening in September of 2012. As it is too short to publish on its own, and I do not have enough material for an anthology (yet), I thought I would share it here. Considering it is the Halloween season, this strikes me as appropriate. Enjoy. …
Intelligence doesn’t always look the way we expect it to. Human intelligence is one thing… but what of inhuman intelligence? Is it so alien as to be unrecognizable? Or are there universal constants through which we can communicate? Perhaps there are higher truths not subject to the whims of our perception, and through these we may find …
I’ve been watching a lot (some would argue too much) of Supernatural lately. Supernatural (to be henceforth abbreviated to SPN) is an dark fantasy/horror/ghost story TV show. It follows the adventures of the brothers Dean and Sam Winchester as they drive around a version of the U.S. that looks remarkably like British Columbia in an …
Today is August 16th, what would have been Diana Wynne Jones’s 78th birthday. She passed away in the spring of last year, and while the entire world was not sad, the parts of it that knew her were very sad indeed. I discovered Jones thanks to my mother, and much of the landscape of my …
When I was a little girl, I had a big imagination. This imagination let me make up all sorts of imaginary friends to play with. I could imagine that I was a knight, a hero, or an intrepid explorer. I was an alligator hiding in the river. I was an eagle soaring over a canyon. …
I have heard it said that you can tell a home-schooler from a “regular” child because there is something “off” or “odd” about them. Not necessarily bad, mind you, just something a little unusual. This is complete nonsense. Everyone is a little “odd” compared to our entirely fictional standard of normalcy. I think the greatest …
Or, Who Died and made YOU the Author? V 2.0 Note: This article contains frank discussion of character deaths in the show Torchwood, the movie Serenity, and the books I, Claudius and Anathem. Readers sensitive to spoilers are advised to watch/read those stories before reading this journal. At least read the books. Because they are …