My First Firefly

For the short while that they were blinking their lights, it was like Christmas outside. The lawn, the trees, the bushes were sparkling like little fairies were dancing on them. It was a totally cool experience.

For the short while that they were blinking their lights, it was like Christmas outside. The lawn, the trees, the bushes were sparkling like little fairies were dancing on them. It was a totally cool experience.
This morning I was writing a review of “The Offspring,” an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, for SyFyPortal.com, which I regularly contribute to. In this episode Data creates a “child” who surpasses him in the ability to experience emotions and dies as a result. I cried when I first saw that episode, and…
The other day, I was thinking how much I’m enjoying spending time with my wonderful dog, Sprocket. And then it occurred to me that being between jobs has its perks. The past month I’ve been able to really enjoy my dog’s company and spend quality time with her. We go for three, sometimes long, walks…
I wanted to have the novel take place in someplace that could be real, so I researched how towns might be named. I eventually chose Liniste Sat, which means quiet village in Romanian. This is a great name because it evokes the feel of a real Romanian name, while having an underlying meaning of what…
Not to be morose or anything – well, maybe I want to be morose, but that’s another blog entry – but I’ve been having some oddly dark thoughts lately. It all started with the bat – see my August 2004 entry. I started thinking about him (her? how do you tell?) a week or so…
This morning, I was walking Sprocket the Amazing Weasel Dog around the block when I heard what sounded like children laughing … in the trees. The sound came again. This time it sounded like a crow with too much trill. I looked up at the almost completely denuded maple tree and saw three green-cheeked parrots…
When it comes to recipes, I cannot leave well enough alone. No matter how fervently and genuinely I vow to follow a recipe, no dish leaves my kitchen prepared as instructed. This, I believe, is why my quest for the perfect flan was doomed to repeated failure at the start. Once upon a time, I…