Today I had a half day to stay home and relax. I used it to bake cinnamon rolls, cuddle with the dogs, and read comic books.

For those of you who like retold fairy tales, status quo subversions, epic fantasy with a feminist bent, and princesses of color, I highly recommend “Princeless.”

I love that what a comic book is, what comics can be about, and who their main characters can be, is evolving with our culture. It’s nice to read a fun adventure story that stars a spunky young princess who cares about her damseled sisters and marginalized twin brother, who rescues herself from a dragon-guarded tower, who questions authority and the fairy tale status quo, and who does all these supremely awesome things and more—while looking like me.



This summer, I entered a few poems in the Deane Wagner Poetry Competition, hosted annually by the St. Louis Writers Guild.

And one of my prose poems placed!

“Father Left and Took the House with Him” received an honorable mention. I’m so stoked!

All the winners, honorable mentions, and finalists were invited to read their winning poems at the Guild’s family-friendly open mic, where they were also presented with certificates, prize money, and a copy of the judge’s most recent poetry book. Although not all the winners could make it, everyone there had fun–and of course, the poetry was good.

After the poetry competition winners read, the regular open mic began. All who wanted to read got a chance, and the readings were highly entertaining, and on all manner of things.

If you ever want to go to a St. Louis Writers Guild open mic, they’re held in the evening on the second and fourth Tuesday of each month. For more information on open mics and other Guild events, check out the St. Louis Writers Guild web site.

R.L. Shephard made an excellent post in WLCO this morning about fantasy vs. reality.

The Canadian government is prosecuting an American traveler for being in possession of child pornography, because he crossed their border with fantasy art and manga on his computer. The Comic Book Legal Defense Fund (CBLDF) is contributing money to defend the traveler, the entirety of whose “child pornography” consists of manga art. If convicted, this traveler will spend a minimum of one year in prison, and be registered as a sex offender—not because he harmed or exploited anyone underage, but because of his chosen reading material, which he brought with him on his computer across the America-Canada border.

Read about the case.

Read R.L. Shephard’s post on WLCO.

Tell someone.

I didn’t check off the “[Interested in] Acting” box when I signed up on Julia Cameron Live. Even though acting is fun, I’m not terribly talented, nor have I had much opportunity to try it out. After a week or so of it niggling me, however, I figured I should be honest about what I’m interested in—JCL is a site to help encourage one’s interests and creativity, after all—so I edited my profile and checked the “Acting” box.

This weekend I went with a friend to my first SCA event. Bardic Bedlam is an event dedicated to singing, storytelling, poetry, and acting—entertaining through voice and body. I sang for the group and had a great time listening and watching and learning.

They offered classes between “Challenges” (ie. writing/singing prompts. Have I mentioned that I love prompts?), and I took a history of stage comedy class, and the first part of the acting class. Both were quite fun, and it turns out I already own a book on the masks they spoke of; I’ve been interested in such acting for a while, though not used my time to explore. The history class was quite informative—I am keeping the handout with the book of Venetian masks now—and the acting class, taught by her husband, was intense in a satisfying way.

This morning, as my friend and I were packing our tent to head home, the acting teacher asked if I’d like to join his troupe when he puts them back together this year.

I was flummoxed, but really happy. I’ll have to find out more, and I’m nervous, but I really want to say Yes. I’ve wanted to explore acting—comedy improv especially—and now a chance has dropped into my lap.

Synchronicity? I think yes.

This entry’s title is a lyric from one of the songs I heard at the event. It’s called My Mother’s Savage Daughter, and it’s a gorgeous, heart-stomping anthem for women.

Tonight, a friend and I watched Hayao Miyazaki’s film Ponyo, and loved it. Ponyo is brilliant and fun and sweet all the way through. The characters are well-rounded and sympathetic, the plot twisted in ways I didn’t anticipate, and the storytelling was as superb as the art.

I fully intend to show it to my little siblings (“the tykes”). I’m sure they’ll love it for both reasons similar to, and different from, mine.

Those are two things good movies (stories) do for people: they evoke strong emotional responses; and contain layers that allow viewers of all ages to enjoy and understand the same story and characters in myriad ways—and often in changing ways, too, for as people get older, the same stories resonate on different levels.

At this age, I doubt the tykes will admire Sosuke’s mother as much as I do, or sympathize as strongly with Ponyo’s father. But they will probably love Ponyo and Sosuke, and laugh at the water-spitting, and marvel at the giant fish. What they remember about the film will be different from what I remember, this time around. But who knows—perhaps we’ll all watch the film again when we’re older, and the nuances we notice will have changed.

One can do that with good movies, good stories. And as Ponyo is just such a story, I look forward to seeing how how it’s changed—really, how I’ve changed—at the next go-around.

First post!

Welcome to my blog. I’m a fantasy writer, a reader, and a geek.

Currently, this fantasy writer/reader/geek is trying to decide between a) mapping this wordpress site to my existing domain, and b) having that domain forward browsers to this address.

Eventually, a decision will be made.