You know, I spend a lot of time talking to people who don't exist. People from stories I've told or have yet to tell, people from games, people from the very back room of my crawling subconscious ( Read more... )

Okay, okay. I'm sure this is old news to most of you, but there's a chatbot God simulator out there, called iGod, and it's actually a lot of fun to see what the computer comes up with in response to our very human utterances ( Read more... )

Say that a person is writing love letters to his girlfriend. Well, more like little notes, really. Short letter-like things that might, theoretically, smell interesting and have pretty handwriting. Very poetic prose -- as in they'd be stalker-y if they were A) longer and B) written in blood.

Is it ever appropriate for him to use the word "loins ( Read more... )

Feeling slightly better today ( Read more... )

I have very helpful daimonesI know I'm not the only writer who gets advice from her characters. I always have a few who can be relied upon to provide timely, astute commentary and much-needed moral support ( Read more... )

I seem to be doing a lot of cat posts. You will, of course, forgive me ( Read more... )

Sargon and I went to the annual writers' meeting and Christmas fling on Saturday, toting along for-real homemade cookies. There we gathered for the ritual dirty-santa gift exchange. I feel very merry now, actually. We stole Buffy Season 7, and managed to keep hold of it. I am a happy panda. And I got hold of a Frank Frazetta calendar, too, ( Read more... )

I should be exercising, really I should.

But I just got up, and I have to tell absolutely everyone about these dreams. Even though the first one will probably not make much sense to you, it is still amusing ( Read more... )

In my head there is a barroom. It is low-beamed, just a little smoky, and it's reminiscent of no particular era. On the wall behind the billiards table, an old oil sign blazoned with a dancing red Pegasus hangs like a shield beside a wolfskin the size of a bear. The décor is eclectic . . . spears and spaceship parts, cowboys and Martians. The ( Read more... )

Is some pretty weird shit, apparently.

As if in vengeance for all the nights I’ve missed, last night I dreamed in spades, waking up fitfully in between so that I remember them allKnowing that other people’s dreams are nearly the most boring thing on Earth, falling only slightly behind other people’s children, I still insist that you have the ( Read more... )