Month: May 2015

• May 30, 2015

  Changes in Latitude, Changes in Attitude

  I hate Jimmy Buffet.  “Margaritaville” is one of those songs that gets stuck in my head for days on end, driving me nearly to madness.  The very strains of “Cheeseburger in Paradise” make me want to go vegan.  I do NOT wish I had a pencil-thin mustache, thank you. So you may wonder then how…
• May 16, 2015

  Jem is a Bitch

  In a weird fit of Nostalgia For Things I Barely Remember Existing (I get these sometimes), I went back and watched JEM on Netflix.  I didn’t get very far because I am a Grown-Ass Lady with Things To Do, like losing at computer chess or fretting about wedding plans. But in re-watching the pilot, I…
• May 9, 2015

  Learning to Let it All Go

  Ian and I are getting married in just over a month.  Part of our planning process has been, of course, the magic that is the gift registry and all the possibilities therein.  A stand mixer!  Matching towels!  Pots with lids that fit! I have become a living version of Once Upon a Honeymoon. But with the…
• May 3, 2015

  The Joy of the Second Draft

  Over birthday sushi, my friend and fellow writer Mike and I began discussing his newest short story.  Mike’s ultimate goal is to win Writers of the Future; it’s his pinot noir, if you want to go Sideways about it, and every few years he presents me with a new short sci-fi story to read in anticipation…