Here's my stab at the Ian Sales's "Mistressworks" Women in SF meme (via psamphire). The idea is to bold books you're read and italicize those you've got but haven't read. Here's my version of the list ( Read more... )

My mother taught me a rhyme about the first of May that I cannot repeat in polite company,1 but which I always think of all day on the first of May. Which might not be such a good idea when the day is accompanied by a board meeting, but so go the coincidences of timing. I think I managed not to embarrass myself. I waited until we were outside going ( Read more... )

There's this really funny blog called Hyperbole and a Half, and one of the entries from last year explains my life. Check out This is Why I'll Never Be An Adult if you haven't already. Go on, I'll still be here when you get back. Or maybe once you've seen that you won't need to come back ( Read more... )

Well, they might not have used a bulldozer. I mean, the land is pretty steep, so a bulldozer would likely have been dangerous. No, I think they did use a bulldozer: the land is pushed around enough in parts ( Read more... )

The Year of Things Breaking continues ( Read more... )

I've been starting off the year somewhat warily. Protecting my energies as much as I can, while at the same time getting things done. Last year started off not so well and ended up not being the best year ever, and so I'm a little nervous. The number 2010 looks so pretty I was sure it would be good and its looks deceived me. I hope 2011 will do ( Read more... )

In my favourite reads of 2010 list I forgot to list Nnedi Okorafor's Who Fears Death, because I forgot to put it in my "books read" list.

This is definitely one of the top contenders for my favourite book I read this past year, so I'm especially chagrined I forgot it.

I hope I didn't miss out any other book that was that important to me.

[This was posted at my home site just before midnight last night ( Read more... )

It's a Hot Day. It's the centre of my month to myself. This has been quite a year, quite. Dear Les Semaines, it has been nearly six months since my last confession ( Read more... )

The write-a-thon and the workshop are over. Fastest. Six. Weeks. Ever. The workshop's six weeks feels like there's a lifetime packed into them and yet they race past. The write-a-thon, because I have to tuck it into the corners of workshop busyness, definitely feels the same way ( Read more... )