I haven't yet told you all about how much I adore Martha Wells' fiction yet, have I? Did I talk about her Raksura books? Or her Ile-Rien books ( Read more... )

My beautiful mother and I are about to go on a little hike in Grills Preserve. This should be faboosh, for it is a DAY OF DAYS here in Rhode Island ( Read more... )

So, on Saturday night, I threw my first ever (possibly annual) RED BULL THEATRE NEW 10-MINUTE PLAY FESTIVAL PLAYWRITING PARTY! You know, so we could submit plays to them and stuff ( Read more... )

THEODORA, IMPERATRIX GALAXIA

or

Song of a Supervillainess

for Theodora Goss
1.) One brings a rose ( Read more... )

I was going to say "two more days till 31." But actually, it's more like the rest of today, and then tomorrow, and then I'm 31 ( Read more... )

I am reading James Enge's Guile of Dragons and have felt a keen despair ( Read more... )

I had a New York last weekend. I had an overnight in the Kushner/Sherman Dreamhouse, and an overnight in Mir Mikiel's sublet. I had a dawn morning in Central Park and a 5-hour picnic while waiting in line for tickets. I had a night at the theatre, and then a whole day of True Blood and ice cream. I had a train ride home, and then I had work. And ( Read more... )

Here I am at Chateau Riverside, in the house of the fairy godaunties, Ellen and Delia, and I have met their friend Mimi and I have eaten her buckwheat honey bread. It is 12:13 and I must awaken in fewer than 5 hours to begin the Dawn Watch in Central Park ( Read more... )

Patty Templeton gets to go see Slim Cessna's Auto Club, and I am jealous. Jealous of her, or jealous of the band that gets her in the audience? WHO CAN SAY ( Read more... )

I made my first pesto ever, out of basil from our community garden. We have amethyst basil and green basil. So I call my pesto amethyst-and-emerald pesto. It is better than eating jewels ( Read more... )