We were supposed to be at the cabin already because the movers come to the house at 8 AM. We didnt get everything done in time. Spending the night at the house with 1 pillow and some random blanket until morning. 1/

Saw many friends today who came and helped with some home fixing stuff and boxing. Loading up the car with the first batch of stuff to go to temp housing. Moving has begun.

Son of a bitch. We are unable to move anywhere without someone having an injury. Molli broke her toe. *facepalm* Moving to temp housing will be interesting. I’m glad we have friends who are already helping with other tasks. At least it wasn’t me this time! ;)

Memories while Moving #6: Finding the barnyard animals buzzers I bought for use at Anglicon, a British/Doctor Who convention. We used them for the QI game show I think. These buzzers still work…annoyingly.

Memories while Moving #1: Finding a million lanyards and various scraps of stuff in bags left over from conventions.

Posting a few pics of the tiny cabin we'll be living in while we try to sell our house. It's a beautiful forest/lake area and I'm hoping the quiet beauty gives us time to decompress and grieve. We have so much to grieve... Riley & DiNozzo would've loved all the wildlife through those big windows.

Beginning my Monday at the car dealership for service. :/

Moving sucks. However, our temp housing while we wait for our house to sell & while we find a place to buy, is a tiny cabin on the lake. It will be quite therapeutic. <3

O’Riley Oak has passed into stardust.

Riley is doing okay today. Not stellar but better than we thought. Tomorrow will likely be the day we call folks to help him cross but for now, he’s enjoyed lots of snuggles and tuna and even whipped cream. Plus bro snuggles. Making these last few days count.

While we’re at war, we’re sitting hospice w/ Riley. In the next few days, it’ll be time I think. I don’t have space for what’s happening in the world right now. I’m supposed to be prepping to move in two weeks and I barely have that together. Fuck cancer. Again.

Good riddance 2025.

We finally have confirmation that Riley-cat has lung cancer. He had to have fluid drained from his lungs day before yesterday. If it happens again (and it will, it’s just a matter of how long), it’ll be time. I hate this. He’s our internal kitten. I mean, look at this face. 😢

As people start reflecting on what they accomplished this past year, if you are feeling less than, remember that capitalism wants you to compete with others. Your worth is in being human, full stop. That’s it. Anything else is a bonus.

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! We slept in with our two kitties, Riley and Malley. Then we had the traditional orange cinnamon rolls for breakfast and a few pieces of cheap holiday chocolate around lunch. 1/

I have hundreds and hundreds of ideas in files and on scraps of paper and even napkins. Ideas are the easy part. Turning an idea into a finished work is the hard part. It’s work. Writing is work.

For those that celebrate, Merry Christmas! For everyone else, Happy Holidays! We're spending our holidays packing to move next month. I hope your days are warm and filled with joy and hopefully not boxes! ;)

“Write to the market.” You’ll never catch the market. By the time you’ve written it, the market is gone. Write what you’re on fire to write, and sometimes the market shows up.

We've been so busy with prepping to move that the holidays have been a bit of an afterthought, but my good friend & fellow author Jesikah Sundin brought us some holiday goodies this week, which included this hand-painted ceramic ornament. The artist nailed DiNozzo so well. Good memories. <3

My near-future holiday story of redemption, "The Bell Ringer," has been turned into a bit of an audio drama on Elizabeth Guizzetti's podcast Scary Stories Whispered in the Rain. Great for the holidays, especially if it's raining or snowing near you. <3 open.spotify.com/episode/1FWn...

Greater Seattle area folks—Have you ever wanted a #SecretLab chair for office work or #gaming? We’re selling our two Titan Evos. Molli used hers for maybe 3 months & I used mine for maybe 1 month so both chairs are like new. 1/2

It’s my birthday today. I love being a solstice baby. Being 48 feels unreal as mentally, I still feel like I’m in my 20’s. It feels weird to be my birthday because we’re in the middle of prepping to move so December holidays aren’t happening for us this year. I miss our tree. I also miss DiNozzo.

Hot take I guess but if I find out you used chatgpt to "research" for your book I'm not reading it either.

In overly saturated Western Washington, the weather saga continues. A levee on Green River in North Auburn was breached. Go Now evacuation orders along the river in Kent Renton and Tukwila (just Sou of Seattle in South King County). More rain & lots of wind on the way. www.king5.com/article/weat...

Your Jewish friends aren’t ok. Your queer friends aren’t ok. Your immigrant friends aren’t ok. Your trans friends aren’t ok. Your disabled friends aren’t ok. Your friends aren’t ok. This is the rational response to everything not being ok. This list is not meant to be inclusive, but illustrative.

With all the darkness in the world, there is light. Chag same'ach to all who celebrate!

Hahahahaha. 😂 love this!

In the new year, we will list our house and look for a new home. We were planning to look everywhere from Marysville on up to Bellingham, so of course we get a biblical flood in WA that’s evacuating and/or endangering most of the areas we were looking. Oof.

Molli isn’t on social media anymore for her own mental health but it’s her birthday today. Going to squeeze some cake in there in between chores to try and sell the house & prep to move. O_o If you know her personally and want to shoot her a birthday email, dm me. I can’t give you her email addy.

I already loved @brassagainst.bsky.social & their new cover of Portishead’s Glory Box is so good. Trip hop + brass = 😻

Malley is such a cute kitty. <3

Watching the Great British Bake Off Holiday Episodes while eating proper Jaffa cakes. I call this a win.

People who think they're authors or artists or whatever when the only thing they created was a sentence are like people who claim to be athletes because they played a FIFA video game. You don't have to be good or a pro, but you do have to actually do the thing or it's just artistic stolen valor.

Molli & I Wham-ageddoned ourselves this morning because we’re the weirdos who actually don’t mind Last Christmas. ;) Or Little Drummer Boy either for that matter. :P

You’ve been kidnapped. The characters from the last TV show you watched are trying to rescue you. Who’s coming to save you?

One of the hardest parts about grieving is dreaming and waking up. Oof.

Living through history is not fun

don’t stop until the whole industry is six feet under.

What perfect album came out the year you turned 16? Under the Pink - Tori Amos Still perfect.

TIL this week: kidney stones suck. Had my first one this week. Never want to repeat that experience. Glad it seems to have passed and I’m recovering well. I so did not need this delay though. Too much to do to be down for the count. P.S. I drink plenty of water. ;)

If you see this, post an anime you love. (This is Delicious in Dungeon. I couldn’t decide between it and Steven Universe.)

I also begin with plot. This is an excellent essay about where writers begin. #WriterSky

There are two kinds of writers: people who write to figure something out, and people who write to share what they’ve already figured out.

Today’s the day long slog of imaging, tests, and appointments at Fred Hutch for the 1 year post-cancer check. At least it’s pretty outside but being here makes me think about my cancer journey, DiNozzo’s, and soon, Riley’s. :/

This seems like a good weekend to check in on your friends and neighbors. Between the government shutdown (and all that entails), and everything else going on...even the "mom" friend could use a helping hand. Or at least a friendly word.

Haven’t gone to look because it’s dark and still rainy but something came down & bounced down our roof. It was loud too. Welcome to fall wind storms in the PNW!

BIG thunder just hit here, one that reminds me of the storms we got in Texas. I miss the lack of thunder in the greater Seattle area. Loving the rain. Meds are keeping Riley’s seizures in check for the moment. Just waiting for the upcoming appt with all his specialists.

Things seem hopeful tonight, which is good, but remember, this is a marathon. Fascism cheats. They steal and lie. They will not give back what they stole so easily. Keep fighting back against them. Don’t stop.

I’m glad we have seizure meds for Riley but…these hospitals need to stop sending people home w/ fucking cherry flavored meds for a CAT. He’s a cat, not a 5 year old child. Riley won’t swallow his liquid hell. This is going to CAUSE a seizure fighting him to try and get him to not spit it up.

I get 20+ of these daily. @scalzi.com did a blog post about them as well. Head’s up writers. Scammers are hitting our email boxes hard right now.