Macro Monday Brings The Maui Macro (And A Bit Of News)

Look at that little lizard dude-slash-dudette. (An anole, I believe.) Very surprised this critter let me get that close. But, it did, and I am enamored of the texture captured over that eyeball. It feels real enough to touch. I had another cool anole shot — one who again was willing to pose for me — or, rather, I wish I got the shot that I wanted. This next lizard was covered in water droplets, and I never really got any shots that captured what I wanted. They either captured the droplets but... Read The Rest →

Gifts For Writers, 2016

(Gifts for Writers 2014 here.) (Gifts for Writers 2015 here.) (Please check those out, too, for cool ideas.) 1. A Good-Ass Carafe (Vital to note hyphen placement. Please do not buy a “good ass-carafe”) Here’s how my writing day goes — I stumble out of bed, I water the dogs, I kill whatever giant spiders have nestled in the eaves of my cathedral, I make eggs, I give my child his magical growth serum, then I brew coffee. I brew about twenty ounces of coffee, I stick it in a... Read The Rest →

The Awkward Author Photo Contest Awakens

One more post before I fuck right off to a warm and distant island – Hey! YOU. I have a stack of the new Miriam Black novel, Thunderbird, that I’d like to give away. The book doesn’t come out until February, but damnit, I have ARCs, and I’d love for you to have one. And! Since it’s National Novel Writing Month, I figure this is a good time to engage in a much-needed and momentary distraction in order to playfully envision yourself as the AUTHORIAL PRESENCE you hope to be — which... Read The Rest →

Macro Monday’s The Hell Outta Here

SO HEY HI GUYS HOW ARE YOU has anything been happening since the last Macro Monday anything at all what’s that nothing’s been happening everything is fine oh okay cool see you later. *pulls bucket back over head, hums quietly to self* Ahem. Yeah, no, if only it were that easy to duck and cover. Obviously, I hope you’re doing okay, and if not, feel free to say so and email me or say hi on Twitter and while I’m not sure I can offer much by way of actual... Read The Rest →

Mourn, Then Get Mad, Then Get Busy

One of the ways to combat anxiety, I find, is to do things. To be productive, to engage in routine, to be proactive. And, right now, I expect a number of us are feeling very anxious about this election — I want to be hopeful that President Troll is just trolling all the people who voted for him, but looking at his proposed cabinet and staff, maybe not so much. We mourned the loss, we feel the anger, we’ve got anxiety pouring out of us like a cascade of fire ants,... Read The Rest →

Stronger Together, But So Far Apart

I am in that rare place as a writer where I don’t know what to say. I don’t have words. I have the feeling of someone at a funeral or a wake. A creeping numbness is there, punctuated at times by fits of genuine sorrow, anxiety, and a mad-eyed not-actually-funny sense of overwhelming absurdity. I feel torn in two. I don’t know how this happened, and yet I know exactly how this happened. I don’t know how we were so wrong about so much, and yet, I know damn well... Read The Rest →

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