Your exhaustion doesn't matter. Your bitterness, your sense of unfairness, your wish for the universe to be something other than it is--none of that matters. You're not playing "the only way to win" anymore. You never were. You're playing "the only way to not lose horribly and catastrophically."
I thought I was a hopeless naif going into all this, but really the most naive thing I did was allow myself to keep believing that.
With apologies to all of the great religious figures in history: turn the other cheek, my ass.
One of the things that comes from not being famous is that nobody ever asks you about the things you want to talk about the most. I've got a couple of prime promo slots for this book--one on Mary Robinette Kowal's MY FAVORITE BIT, one on John Scalzi's BIG IDEA, and a nice interview on … Continue reading About That Book…
I miss Laser Cat. It usually comes over me at bedtime, which was when she'd most often have her bursts of affection. It was easier for her when we were lying down; we were less scary, I think, when we were flat and lower to the ground. She would purr and curl up and push her … Continue reading About Powerlessness
This is Marmalade, a.k.a. Toad: Yes, it’s one of those serendipitous photographs. Most of the time she looked like a perfectly normal, vaguely annoyed cat. She was a beauty, really; she’d sometimes get knots in that coat, but it was silkier and smoother than the coat of many long-hairs I’ve known. And all the color: … Continue reading All About Toad
When the world falls apart, small things become huge. It's been over a month since we lost Editor Cat. A couple of weeks ago, we acquired kittens, who came with a cold that they gave to Laser Cat, who became quite ill. She spent a couple of days in the hospital getting a hydrating IV and more x-rays … Continue reading Small Things