That’s what I said when I watched last night! The vibe is are so good
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That’s what I said when I watched last night! The vibe is are so good
Caught in one of those moments where I have a stack of books I want to read all at the same time and a pile of stories and poems in addition to my novel so of course I am ignoring it all and posting here
A paperback copy of one of my favorite books from the past few years: Some Desperate Glory by Emily Tesh, on a white rug.
Bookmail for the Sci-fi Snacks Podcast!
People seemed to really like when I talked about a full length novel for the last episode of last season, so we are doing it again!
Thoughts on what snack to pair with Some Desperate Glory??
when you win a small concession you just get to keep yelling btw. one time a local official said to me "you people are never happy" and like: correct! it is not our job to be happy with compromise! it's our job to be annoying forever actually
Started the Scrubs reboot tonight and idk if it’s because it’s a farce but damn I feel like it’s so well done and that is how you do a reboot. Hit all the nostalgia vibes while also building something new and exciting.
I need some book recommendations for my 10 year old. He’s interested in scifi but here’s the kicker- he’s reading at a college level. What books are at a higher level, so he isn’t bored and we are challenging him, but also appropriate for a 10yo?
I think Zoe’s Tale by Scalzi would be a good start?
No ideas but I love this!! 🥳
Same here 😭
We're down to the FINAL HOURS on our Nebula nominations, where SFWA chooses the best of what they loved in 2025. REMEMBER: This is the first year for Best Comic & Best Poem! Let's make all our awards shine.
Vote for some truly moving SFF before 11:59 PM PST on March 1!
www.sfwa.org/2025-nebula-...
Got to see some live theatre tonight and cried at the end because it is such a human experience and what a damn privilege it was to be in that room tonight. In a world full of AI slop, this is something to strive and live for.
For no reason at all, here are some poems about war, destruction, and how awful humans can be, from my poetry collection MEXICANS ON THE MOON. 🙂 Much love to all.
Submitted my Nebula nominations for the first time!!
7 years ago I just put out the Taco Bell Quarterly in a word document! I made it for free and put it out and no one gave me any push or permission, and if I failed, OH WELL, it's not like it was even real!
A note on a white piece of paper written in blue pen, underlined multiple times stating: this is POETRY!
My writers group is the best. The poets have such strong opinions when I bring stuff in and I don’t know where it fits. Notes like this brings me so much joy.
Keep that passion stoked!
Having gone from not enough options for Nebula nominations to too many good nominations is probably a great problem but y’all need to stop being so talented!!
Hey SFWA! Your Nebula Ballot is closing soon! Got a moment to vote? March 1, 11:59 PM PST sfwa.org/2025-nebula-nominations-ballot
Last year's Nebula Finalists for the Andre Norton were a dynamic crew - and this year's selections will be, too. If you're a SFWA Member, don't delay - vote today!
Last year, Vanessa Ricci-Thode made history. This year, the whole organization will, with two brand new Nebula Awards voted on by YOU, the SFWA Member in good standing!
Last year, our Andre Norton Nebula Award for Middle Grade & YA Fiction made history with the first-ever win by an Indie Author.
This year, we're making history with our first-ever 🌟 Nebula Award for Best Comic 🌟 & 🌟 Nebula Award for Best Poem🌟.
SFWA! Fill out your ballot today! buff.ly/xY1UYkA 👇️👀
For the morning crowd looking for short stories to read for nominations? Here are a bunch I loved!
And wrapping up this short list, some shameless self promo with The Slowly Freezing Heart of Florence Centauri
A morally grey mother at an automated gravity ski resort- what else could you want?
www.iftheresanyoneleft.com/stories/lizj...
If you like epistolary stories and light bureaucracy, this one made me laugh out loud several times:
magazine.trollbreath.com/all-the-tree...
(Also I should probably chat about this on a future podcast episode paired with a stack of pancakes, iykyk)
I talked about Curlews by Cecilia Ananías Soto on Season 1 of my podcast and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since:
strangehorizons.com/wordpress/fi...
Termina Subodhana Wijeyeratne cauty grants a thing its own signifi-cance. Daybreak here has none. No pastel herald of the approaching Sun, like the horizons of far lost Earth. No splendid bloom from black sky to blue. Just a sudden harsh frill behind the mountains, and then the protruding glare of this system's firegold star. Brightness that batters the land-scape, and skewers off the lakes of sludge, and breeds bristling shadows in the rock-fields. Light that blasts scattered components and denatures errant plastics and sets particles of it all asail, memoryless, into the hollow sky. Time is a carnivore, and order is its meat. I'm not programmed to think such things, but without a ship to run, I think what I will. The nanny subroutine pings me. I download into the drone I've been working on for this very moment. A custom-print-ed thing outfitted with all it needs to nonitor every aspect of a child's wellbeing: lood pressure gauges, passive thermome- four airlocks. Then finally comes the mus ery—a shadowy and quiet space, fussed onl Sh It: by the mutter and click of machinery. Energ the c thing is arrayed around the black seedshe feed l of the gestation pod, and this in turn cents on a glowing pot brimming with amnive more the w fluid. I reach in and extract a sloppy sac tr name place it gently on a padded table. Then tak name c a scalpel to it. A fat-fingered hand pops or human raspberry-red, pudgy and flexing. she ce This to be out, my little girl. As if she knos not one of t a miracle she is. As if she knows hon os thenics. she came to not existing at all. obsidian I extract her, tentatively, and hold tore ing drop I've practiced. A slick little bunded a chin on strangely dense, furious and howing. ca wrapped ine her essentials and find none dfu of falling wanting. Then I appraise theres of ter cleaner dr avocado bulge of her belly. The want co pair of hor ple of her face. I know I shaude here it Ling Let over to the warmth of the intone ar stead I stand there an…
Next, if you make me cry in public, you’ve done great work. Termina by Subodhana Wijeyeratne in the Nov/dec issue of Analog was fabulously effective in that way. I
First up, Mothman!
Picked it for the title, having visited Point Pleasant last year. Sharing for the ending 💕
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Another week of waiting for the kiddo in art class, another thread for nominations!
If you’re looking for short stories, here are some you really shouldn’t miss:
A series of text messages between the husband and I: Him: Talk me out of taking the series of bird themed mystery novels from the free bin Me: Do it!!!! lol sorry Never going to talk you out of books
Find a love like this 💕
Mandatory wife-promotion: no book-length translation has ever been nominated for the Nebulas (and IIRC only two or three translated short stories have ever been nominated), so if recognition for non-US SFF is also important to you, BUT NOT TOO BOLD is eligible for best novella 😊
Such a good thread! Also very similar to my bumbling journey into appreciating (and eventually writing) spec poetry!
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Cause we’ve all been reminded that we have only 5 days before nominations are due, I’m going to copy all the cool cats and reshare my eligibility post:
Drinking espresso at 7 PM if anyone was curious, what kind of week this is going to be
A pink book (100X100 • Volume 4 100 stories, 100 words each) edited by CB Droege
Contemplations of a Sun, Moments Before Going Supernova Liz J. Bradley The core of my being aches with the weight of millions of years. I watched as you fled, my outer edge creeping closer, an insatiable appetite for more. I couldn't reach you. Tiny rocket ships, like fireflies, blinked in the velvet darkness as they escaped, forever beyond my reach. The solar system is empty now, my dazzling light illuminating naught. Does my warmth exist if no one is left to feel it on their skin? In a final flare, I collapse in on my grief, wrenching even spacetime towards me, with the hope I can pull you home once again.
Book mail from Manawaker Studio’s 100 Word Project @cbdroege.bsky.social !
With one of my favorite things I’ve ever written inside 💕
I am so sad I’m allergic (but didn’t know for so long!) because everyone always raved about mangos and I just didn’t get it. At least I know it’s a me problem haha