Fall and First Daughters

Autumn makes me crazy, in a prickly, poignant kind of way.  Twenty years ago, I would have used the word “aching” to describe how I was feeling about it. Indeed, I likely would have needed a copy editor to point out that I’d used this word ten times in three pages....

A Book is Born

A cat is indifferent. I, however, am delirious. A plethora of thanks to Brett Savory for driving this precious copy through downtown rush-hour traffic so that I could hold it NOW. It’s beautiful.

Even to the Edge of Doom (or, C&P Get Married)

Your introduction to the events of Friday, August 19 is here: His Now mine. * Peter. Giant Squid. Your vows make it clear why I love you: your intellectual rigour, and your honesty, and your eloquence, and the way you leaven these with profanity – they’re...

Colin Harvey

Colin Harvey and I met in August 2009, under the fearsome gaze of an angry robot. In fact, the robot wasn’t all that angry – more cranky, and quite cute. It was Worldcon, that annual gathering of geek, and this particular party was on an upper floor of the Delta Hotel...

Epic Dermis

I fretted, while I waited for Editor Sandra’s first round of comments on The Pattern Scars. Of course I did: I fret at a professional level, about a wide variety of things – and this particular thing was more frettable-over than most. All these years (well, six)...