This is the blog of Sarah Monette/Katherine Addison, a professional writer of horror, fantasy, and science fiction. Sarah Monette is my real name; Katherine Addison is a pen name, intended to be transparent.
If you've found me here, odds are pretty good you're looking for something to read, so the following is--to the best of my knowledge--a complete list of everything I've written that's available online:( STORIESCollapse )( ESSAYSCollapse )
If you know of anything I've missed, please leave a comment!
1. I dreamed Monday night that I was cast as the Wicked Witch of the West in a production of Alice in Wonderland
was Alice, which tells you what kind of Alice
we're talking about.) I've been wondering all week, more or less idly, how to make the mashup work.
2. Dear Feckless Acupuncture Clinic: If you wish us to have a client/service provider relationship of any kind, there must be a method by which I can communicate with you. Either phone or email is fine, but ONE OF THEM HAS GOT TO GET A RESPONSE.
3. Okay, maybe it's not my magnesium/calcium/zinc supplements making me queasy. Maybe it's just me. :P
4. Amazon says there's cover art
for The Tempering of Men
5. Johnny Cash covering Sheryl Crow's "Redemption Day" has depths of awesome beyond what I would have expected. And that's saying something.
1. My story "Fiddleback Ferns" is part of Drabblecast 201: Trifecta XV
, along with stories by Jens Rushing
and Karen Heuler
2. Thank you, heresluck
, for introducing me properly to Mumford and Sons
. Sigh No More
is about to go in the stereo for the third time in three days.
3. The Ambien only sort of works. >:\ I'll be trying something else starting tomorrow.
4. Guy riding a Harley Friday afternoon in small-town southeastern Wisconsin? Probably not actually jaylake
. But I sure was excited for the split-second I thought maybe it was.
5. A question! I have to give Guest of Honor speeches this year, which is a new experience for me. So tell me, O internets, if you go to a Guest of Honor speech, what do you expect to get? What do you hope for? What would make you tell all your friends they should have come, too?
So, on the way to my dressage lesson, the radio played Foo Fighters' "Learn to Fly," and I started wondering. How many songs are
there with that title (for these purposes, we also count "Learning to Fly"), and would they make a good mix CD*?
I can think of four:
1. Foo Fighters, "Learn to Fly"
2. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, "Learning to Fly"
3. Pink Floyd, "Learning to Fly"
4. Joe Rathbone
, "Learning to Fly"
(If you want to expand into songs that talk about learning to fly in the lyrics, like the INXS song I quoted in the subject line, that's okay, too.)
5. INXS, "Never Tear Us Apart"
*If I personally were to make such a mix, it would have to include my favorite song about flying, Kris Delmhorst
's "Little Wings," but that's a song about what you do after
you've learned to fly.
1. As today is my birthday, I observe that the true and valuable purpose of Facebook is birthday greetings. I'm not being sarcastic. I'm very grateful and very touched at how many people are wishing me a happy birthday, and I'm very grateful that Facebook makes it so easy for them.
2. Amazing photographs (1): Astronaut Douglas H. Wheelock's pictures from the ISS
. My particular favorite is No. 17. (Link via papersky
3. Amazing photographs (2): This picture of an ornithopter
is going to turn into a story someday. The rest of the ornithopter pictures
(just keep scrolling down until you run out of ornithopters) are also fantastic. (Link via jaylake
is playing weird covers for me again. Ska "Crazy Train," bossanova "November Rain," the weirdest-assed weird-ass cover of "King of the Road" I have EVER heard.
5. Tobias Buckell has a smart post about the American Thanksgiving
, and how its origins and cultural mythology are kind of problematic and off-putting, but the idea
, of taking a day to think about the things you're grateful for, is a good one. And, yeah. What he said.
This is probably a good place to mention, btw, that Pat Rothfuss is doing his Worldbuilders
fundraiser for Heifer International
again this year. I don't even know
what awesome stuff Pat has in his hat this year. But Thanksgiving seems like a good day to think about giving to others.
Our plans for today involve staying in and not doing much, except for the food. (Love is the plan, the plan is food.) Given how exciting/hellish things have been for us recently, this feels like the right thing to do. I'm grateful we can do this, and I'm grateful my life has put me here to do it.
I hope all of you Americans have a very happy Thanksgiving with people you love. And I hope all you non-Americans have a very good November 25th. Which, you know, is a perfectly cromulent day to have a good one of.
Ibex Have Evolved for Life at the Top
When we say specimen
we mean you. By you
we mean whatever
collection of night sweats
and shopping lists accumulates
in the bed by dawn. When
we say dark we mean pitch,
don't even open your eyes.
When we say he has your eyes
we mean we see nothing
of you there. If you want
someone to come for you,
you'll have to cry harder than that.
If you want to be prepared,
practice: blizzard, fire, famine.
Your shoes or your coat?
Your cat or your dog?
Sister, daughter, mother, wife?
— Lisa Olstein
from The Nation
291:20, November 15, 2010
I got this from heresluck, who's been posting a poem on Monday for a lot of Mondays now (even if sometimes the Mondays come on Tuesday or Wednesday *g*). H.L. also observes that yesterday was the release date for Olstein's collaboration with Jeffrey Foucault, Cold Satellite, which you may now find is something you want to know about.
So, on the way home from picking up the Saab at the shop (it is no longer the Roaring Car! rejoice!), the radio played Kid Rock's "All Summer Long," to which I say WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT OVER. Why is Warren Zevon trapped in this Kid Rock song about listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd?
It does, however, make me want the mash-up, "Werewolves of Alabama," like whoa.
102,000 words and counting.
A couple of musical thoughts, sponsored by the Infinite Loop Playlist, to distract/entertain/madden you while my hair does its Doc Brown impression and I sweat and bitch and moan and grovel in the wordmines*:
1. The lyrics to "Come Together" fit into "Choctaw Bingo" without even a ripple.
2. For anybody who may be needing to explain enjambment to their students, "Jesus Etc." might be a good modern example to start with. Because the enjambment, it is everywhere.
*Yes, "16 Tons" is the truth about every writer with a contract.