Dreams
I dreamed about Wiscon last night. All sorts of fuzzy things, too many people, tricky social situations, obsessive concern about my own presentation, doubt, worry, panels, people. It’s not that I’m overstimulated these days. I just have too much time to think. Too many changes all at once, the last couple of years.
Geekery
I find it vaguely embarrassing that I have an epic fantasy series that requires a detailed character list. Not just to keep myself straight, but to unconfuse confused readers. I hate these things, because I feel like your characters should all be fleshed out enough that nobody gets them confused, even if you’ve got a
Work and Workout: the Good, the Bad, the Just So
I’ve upped my evening workout times from 30 minutes to 60 minutes, and will soon be moving from 3-4 days to 4-5 days (next week, when the new health & wellness program starts at work). The good news is, I have more energy when I get home, so I’m not collapsing into bed at 9,
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Will, Desire, Bravery, and Shit Like That
When I was twelve or thirteen, I started getting these prescient dreams. I’d start dreaming about things that ended up happening a couple of weeks later. Not big things, but certain situations, events. I’d dream in snapshots. They weren’t terribly useful sorts of dreams, because how can you prevent or prepare for the arrangement of
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My Favorite New Year’s Poem
i am running into a new yearand the old years blow backlike a windthat i catch in my hairlike strong fingers likeall my old promises andit will be hard to let goof what i said to myselfabout myselfwhen i was sixteen and twentysix and thirtysixeven thirtysix buti am running into a new yearand i beg
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Black Desert (Excerpt)
Nyx put her hands on the edge of the well and looked down. The water was glassy black; she stared at her darker half, gazing up at her from the bottom of the well. There was nothing but water and her reflection and the stir of the water around the rope. The rope. She reached
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