this might be the coolest thing that’s ever happened to me?? emmie is reading and reviewing a staggering 14 of my stories. i am currently reading last week’s spotlight on @rkduncan.bsky.social and loving the deep dive 💖

i have just made the extremely useful discovery that you can search genius by lyric snippet. random line stuck in your head that you can’t place? it’s tmbg. (okay, *mine* was tmbg. yours might be something else.)

trying real hard not to feel doomed, but i honestly don’t think one dead white woman is going to force change any more than twenty dead first graders did. god i hope i’m wrong.

me this morning: at the dentist me right now: why does my jaw ache?? girl they shaved off part of your tooth and put on a temporary crown, it would be weird if it didn’t hurt a little

just told my cats i’m about to turn into a pumpkin, but those dummies have never even heard of cinderella.

i’m not sure if it says more about me or about michael stipe that i only last year realized that the 1983 song talk about the passion has some lines in french. truly just thought i couldn’t understand some english words. ive known this song since i was like twelve.

(still on the blondie train) i swear every time i hear fade away and radiate it’s like i’ve never heard it before in my life. is this song a spell? i assume yes.

picture it: new york city, september 1978. i’m two months old. keith moon has just died at age 32. disco and punk are fighting it out. and the greatest album of all time just dropped.

i talk a big game about getting to know every version of myself, but then i remember the semester before i met my husband when i had a crush on a jane’s addiction fan.

in addition to covers, i’m listening to various alternate hanson versions, including my new favorite: an ever-so-slightly different mix with additional record scratches. i think they did this one specifically for @oslowe.bsky.social

because it’s important to have varied hobbies, i’m listening to *covers* of mmmbop and wow it’s real irritating how many of these get the lyrics wrong THIS IS NOT A DIFFICULT SONG

me, with a whole new (worse) personality after spending most of a year writing a book about a drummer: the studio version of mmmbop doesn’t have a single drum fill! isn’t that weird? my husband, a very good sport: and what is that, dear? me: WELL,

ummmmmmm this feels like it might be good???

my son gave me cyndi lauper she’s so unusual on vinyl for christmas and i just put it on and immediately understood that book playlists work very, very well for me, because i was so confused—i’m working on the mmmbop book but money changes everything is on a different book’s playlist.

just an ad on IG for a “vintage 1990s free winona t-shirt” and like. first of all it was the 2000s. second of all mine is in my drawer even though i could probably fit ONE of my current boobs in it.

one of my favorite things about cat sebastian’s midcentury novels is the way absolutely everyone has a tiny, unused, rather horrible second bedroom. i’ve lived in more than my share of nyc apartments and not a single one of them had so much as an inch of unused space. all fiction is fantasy.

i just want everyone to know that i am being extremely normal about the new first lady of new york city and am not totally obsessed in the slightest.

the only wrapped i truly care about

maaaaaan, is there anything more satisfying than just deleting huge swaths of prose and then writing new, better words in their place?

i’ve had mac computers since 2005 but right now i only have a desktop computer and the unfortunate combination of a terrible desk chair and a bad back, so i am setting up a free-to-me windows laptop. it asked me to name it (???) and i panicked and went with todd.

listening to the playlist apple made me of my top songs of 2025 and inadvertently guaranteeing the same top songs for 2026 oh dear.

Friendly reminder that Starbucks baristas are still on strike and still asking you to support them by not patronizing *any* Starbucks in the US. Try a new place! Get a home coffeemaker and a thermos that will pay for themselves with all the Starbucks you won't be buying! Don't cross picket lines!

this is a deep cut but i know someone here has been waiting for this precise mashup: vurt is the thing with feathers

back on my bullshit* *listening to mmmbop

happy new year! i have two stories in this anthology, one of which—“brighter than anything on earth”—has never been free to read…until now!

i am finally reading light from uncommon stars after years of trusted friends gushing about it, and holy heck were you all extremely correct, i fucking love it.

after my fourteenth failed attempt in a row to plug in my phone: i hope sherlock holmes doesn’t see this.

kind of obsessed with the fact that the very first thing harry burns does in new york is walk into washington square park.

i am a perimenopausal woman living with three dudes and two cats. i am always either cold or having a hot flash. the boys are out for the day and i have TURNED ON THE HEAT. here’s hoping the cats don’t mind. (though really, they don’t have opposable thumbs so what are they gonna do about it!)

our youngest turns sixteen today, and we gave him a cd-cassette boombox because everything old is new again. he is now going through our books of CDs with running commentary.

this whole thread is great.

here to report that theo has survived our attempts on her life (applying approximately two drops of flea medicine to her back) (it took thirty minutes and cost us both our dignity and tempers) (if i’m honest we were only successful because the teenager stepped in).

having both allen’s and anna’s hummingbirds at our feeder is so wild. you wouldn’t think there’s a big different between 3.5 inches long and 4 inches long, but there really is.

you guys i think this hockey show might be a little gay.

live long and pasta

And Tiny Tim, who did NOT die, beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

i bought my husband the (texas) chain (saw) reactions blu and had weird anxiety that he’d be like “a lousy documentary?” but he immediately understood that i was giving him the all the new-old versions of his favorite movie that are included with it. (of course he did, anxiety is stupid.)

i wrote about…well, believe it or not, i wrote about what writing actually is.

the cats, who have never been fed in their lives, just suffered the indignity of me making lunch for myself.

my son has been playing the horse girl game, and every morning he talks to me extensively about the real life racehorses they’re based on. i love horses so this works out very nicely for both of us.

the cats have called an emergency meeting to discuss the fact that i just made myself breakfast while they starve.

the squirrels are playing on the roof for the first time since the incident with the cooper’s hawk.

ten minutes ago, about a hundred seagulls flew overhead, going west-northwest. just now another dozen flew by, then four more, then six more. where are they all going? i hope it’s city hall.

my sister sent me pfefferneusse and it’s truly a testament to my incredible grit and determination that i’ve only eaten MOST of them.

👀 just downloaded scrivener, which i only use for screen/plays. WHATEVER MIGHT I BE DOING? 👀

oh i just love corporate “happy holidays” in the shape of christmas decorations, but blue and silver to include the jews.

You don't have to be a member to tell SFWA how you feel about AI.

hot take but if using an llm in the process of writing your novel three years ago disqualifies it from an award that just updated their policy, that is fine. you do not have a god-given right to be a nebula finalist.

they’re back 😭