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My New Series with Amazing Stories

One of the exciting developments of 2018 has been finding a home for my blog series Modern Myth and Meaning. For a couple of years, I’ve had this idea that I wanted to explore the connections between pop culture and contemporary mythology. At WorldCon last year, I met the editor of Amazing Stories. It turned out he was looking for bloggers! The rest, as they say, is recent history.

My latest post, just up today, explores the cultural and mythic resonances of Twin Peaks’s Log Lady.

Thoughts on the Passing of Ursula K. Le Guin

In my last post, I remarked on feelings of loss and responsibility that arose in me upon the death of my favorite writer, and a sense that these feelings warrant investigation. I want to start with the idea that Le Guin was my favorite writer, because this was not something I’d fully realized before I wrote it down. I can’t claim to have read all of her work or to understand her or to have known her personally.

Le Guin Memorial Reading Tonight

It’s going to take me a few blog posts to explore the feelings of loss and responsibility that have arisen in me since the passing of Ursula K. Le Guin. One quote that keeps coming to mind comes from Laurie Anderson’s Heart of a Dog: “Finally I saw it, the connection between love and death, and that the purpose of death is the release of love.”

National Novel Writing Month: Day 30

My NaNoWriMo challenge is complete, word count officially validated! Cue horns!! Cue bagpipes!! Cue all the kazoos!!! This is my third attempt at NaNoWriMo and my first ever win. What has changed since the other two efforts? From my perspective, I’ve just kept at it, hacking away (hopefully in just one sense of the verb, but possibly more than one) until I started to have some momentum. I went to the Viable Paradise Workshop, the Out of Excuses Writing Retreat, and then this summer, the NASA of writing workshops: Odyssey.

National Novel Writing Month: Day 29

Although tomorrow will be an ending of sorts, what I feel I’m approaching is a fork in the road between two warring visions for this novel. One of them is more satirical, the other more of a thriller. I’ll have to go back through what I’ve written to see where the story feels most stable and works best. I don’t think these two tones will mesh, so I’ll have to make a choice. Although I’ve climbed a mountain and have just over 1,000 words to go tomorrow to reach the top, I can already see the next peak. I want to climb it. I do.