Serendib Writing

Had a really great time last night at Shenuque Tissera’s show — they were workshopping a one hour special that I think is being filmed? I’m not sure how comic stuff works. If you get a chance to see them, recommended! Great performer too — fabulous energy. Also, from my aged POV, it’s just nice

I’ve finally managed to revert the rights to Bodies in Motion — mine, mine, all mine! It’s been a much longer saga than it should have been, but that’s a story for another day. I think it does mean if Anthropic actually pays for stealing books, I might get some money. Aside from that…. …I

Five Months Until the Mid-Terms My friend Ben is taking the train from D.C. to LA for work, making pleasureof virtue. Writing to the shuddering rhythm, iron wheels on iron girders.Visiting friends (and kindly friends of friends) along the way, sleeping on couches,reducing his carbon footprint, trying to heal the world, or at least,slow down

The Nebulas sent along a photo of me presenting the short story award. It was an honor and a pleasure. Photo credit Kaitrin Acuna Studios.

I’ve been really blocked on fiction writing for a few years now — I’ve managed to write a few stories, but they’ve been a little tortured / forced and I haven’t been happy with the results (and haven’t sent them out). It’s been super-stressful and anxiety-provoking. I’ve been a professional writer for more than thirty

SF peeps going to AWP in Chicago next year — I had tech difficulties logging into the system, so they’ve kindly given me a tiny extension to get my proposal in. I have a few people already, but if you’re interested in being on a panel talking about how futurist SF utilizes cognitive estrangement as

The writing shed is a little magical at night.

Some of you know I’m agent-hunting. I have been slow and disorganized about the process, had planned to amp it up this summer. But I actually just got a request for full manuscript, from a query I sent quite some time back (which had the first three chapters of the book). All the agents I

Okay, co-writing at the store today. Took one last look at the story I wrote last week, and sent it out for critique. I always tell my students about to be critiqued ‘no disclaimers,’ but I totally added a disclaimer this time, am feeling so discouraged about my fiction writing. Sigh. Well, it’s out, which

Trying to shift into summer mode, and reclaim my fiction writing mind, which has been struggling the last few years. Waking up on a houseboat, pulling up the story I drafted on the plane, starting on a second draft, trying to figure out whether it’s actually any better than the first draft — it’s good.