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 The Death of All Things, edited by Laura Anne Gilman and Kat Richardson |
Fascism is isolating. It feeds on isolation, and it exploits it. I have seen so many exhortations from people on the ground: get to know your neighbors. Know who will help you, and who will hurt you. Join together. Take collective action. Who would hide you in the basement, if you needed to hide? Who […] My poem, “Of Winter and Other Seasons”, will be appearing in Climbing Lightly Through Forests, a memorial anthology of poetry in honor of the late Ursula K. Le Guin. When she passed into the beautiful West, I tried to write about her here, and of course I didn’t get the half of it in, […] I have, in my drawer upstairs, a t-shirt with line art of a dragon, probably about fifty years old, labeled “Smaug”; it no longer fits my father. I don’t know if he was one of those people who taught himself Sindarin in college, but he certainly knew that sort of crowd. The Hobbit and The […] I’ve been doing more short story reading in the last while than I’ve done since I was little – I was never much of a short story reader when I was younger, but something seems to have turned me into someone who can write them, at least with the right sort of provocation, so I’ve […] This is a story about stories. This is also a story about autism. And, I think, this is a story I’ve never told, but it feels like a thing right now. When I was a child, I was a huge fan of Gerald Durrell. My father started me off with My Family and Other Animals […] Autism is an experiment in passion. (I don’t know which blog to put this on, heh. Let’s go with the writerblog, because I’m going to be talking about writing and fandom and stuff, but I started it on the religionblog.) Long ago, in another lifetime, I got into a conversation on rec.arts.sf.fandom where, if I […] One of the things about the alchemy of reading is that it is possible to take it in and be transformed. Often in ways where it’s impossible to articulate the difference between who one was before and who one has become. I don’t know how to articulate the process of becoming as I am that […] I’m feeling a bit melancholy about that at the moment, really. I’ve just made my first sale – a short story, “Delayed Exchange Deferred”, to the anthology Death of All Things. (Preorders are up here!) And I can’t help but think of the community that was there, the people who would hang out together and […] |
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