There's this sense that I have an obligation to write about David Bowie, about his impact on me. But I'm afraid I'm not made for eulogies. I spent all day yesterday weepy and stunned. Today, I'm still stunned. I posted artwork and music videos and other people's essays to my Facebook page. Lou Anders wrote an especially marvelous piece for iO9, ( Read more... )

Yeah, so no words yesterday. And there will be no fiction words again today. Maybe tomorrow. This is one reason I will never be a "craft" writer. I know that there are times when I have to wait, and all the workmanlike determination on Earth will not force words from out the aether when the words simply are not coming. This is not the same as ( Read more... )