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There’s so totally a good story in this.

For the luxurious digs at Weiss Hospital, with the fine view of the skeletal in-progress parking structure and the oh-so-helpful nurse “Mary” with the fantastic “wash yourself” bedside manner and the neurotic young doctor who got down on one knee and apologized every time he ruthless dug into my arteries and splashed great rivulets of

So, it turns out I can work out (you know, doing more than walking) and not die. Which should have been a no-brainer, but you know, after a lot of low sugar days the week before last, well, I was pretty primed for the possibility of failure. I’m also really liking having biceps again. When

Hopefully available at WFC in November, containing a nice little brutal women piece of fiction from yours truly.

Are there not enough good SF/F storytellers? Not enough good storytellers writing about radical feminism/gender/body politics? Or, you know, is feminism just so five minutes ago that we’re all content to write about strong female heroines who are just assumed to be “equal” in whatever made-up society we throw together – where men are men

Well, that does it! I’m going to take a short break from the blog to sort out some personal stuff and avoid allowing BW to become a morass of random postage. See you all on Monday. “A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”– Franz Kafka “Freedom is what you do

Find your own pose! Oh, god, now I’m doing a quiz. This really IS becoming an LJ. I need to write something quick about blood, fighting, abortion and the lack of women authors in SF&F. Sweet fuck. (via bond)

Well, Jenn’s out tonight, which is actually nice, because even though I love her, we’ve spent a lot of time together since I got sick, and I know she’s been avoiding social stuff. Bah. I’m not an invalid. It’s also good for me, I think. I’m reminded of why I both love and hate living

This is getting ridiculous. But you know what? I can’t stress or comfort-eat anymore. I mean, about the best I can do is be like, “Whoooo! I’m going to go all out tonight and have three graham crackers after dinner!” or “Oh, man, I’m *totally* going to live on the edge and eat a 1/2

How to hack a bank. It’s a lot easier than you think: We figured we would try something different by baiting the same employees that were on high alert. We gathered all the worthless vendor giveaway thumb drives collected over the years and imprinted them with our own special piece of software. I had one