I had to rearrange what little furniture I had so that my cat would stop sleeping on the 6’3″ bookshelf. Not that I have a problem with her sleeping there; I just have a problem with her falling off the damn thing. She tends to have really violent cat dreams. I know because she’s slept on my chest quite a few times and twitched like crazy during the cat version of REM (what the hell is she dreaming, anyway?). Suffice…
20 years ago, Zilpha introduced me to the science-fiction and fantasy genre. She wrote for children and young adults, but she never wrote down to her audience. I always felt a little more grown up while reading her stories, and at the end I was always so moved and enlightened. Yesterday, I decided to look up her Green Sky trilogy and found that they were no longer in print. I couldn’t believe it. How could they not be in print?…
I’m the master poetaster; Of disasters I’m the best, For I make no alabaster, Rather plaster… and a mess. I make no sonnets in a bonnet (Who would don it. Hell, not I), And I doubt that I would flaunt it If I did; I’d rather lie. I compose no verbose longings. I dream up no themes of love. I propose my compost, yawning, And I scheme for reams of guff. Please don’t hate me. Venerate me! Mine’s the best…
I’ve been busy at work with deadlines and sapped of all energy at home from the heat wave. With a new production schedule and no air conditioning, I’ve been forced to be less than bubbly through all of it. If this month dares, DARES to be to me what Groundhog Day was to Bill Murray, I will have to find a wormhole somewhere and jump right into it. That, or hurt somebody. In the meantime, I’ve given myself a break…
As I’ve mentioned in my About page, I’ve once or twice been compared to Dorothy Parker. At the time, I had no idea who Dorothy Parker was; I’d never read her work, and I’d never heard of her. So I looked her up and found little gems like: This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force. and: Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp. Guns…