Mystic Falls

July 3, 2017

Last week, I went straight from Seattle and the Locus Awards Weekend to West Yellowstone and a family vacation visiting Yellowstone National Park.

I love this place. I absolutely love it. For a week I relaxed and tried to soak in as much of the wild energy as I could.

This was one of my favorite spots that we visited:  Mystic Falls, at the end of a lovely mile-long hike.

mystic falls

I’m just going to soak this up a little more before I get back to work and go through all those emails…


back from vacation!

November 30, 2016

Somehow, some way, the green light at the end of Daisy Buchanan’s pier ended up in a dive bar on the island of Roatan, off the coast of Honduras.


And when I say “dive bar,” I mean “a bar where scuba divers hang out after a day of diving.”  That’s what I was doing all last week, and I had a great time!  I wish I had more pictures to show, but when I wasn’t underwater, I was napping in a hammock.  Now that’s a vacation.  I did 17 dives in about 5 days, and saw turtles, lobsters, shrimp, crabs, squid, seahorses, and lots of coral and fish.  And hummingbirds!  So lovely.

And now the holiday rush/madness has begun.  Except that I have to finish copyedits on Bannerless before I can really focus on anything else.  Meanwhile, I’m just going to keep remembering that hammock…



I am home.  Worldcon was successful.  As usual, sold many books, met many people.  I got to go to George R.R. Martin’s famous Hugo Losers Party, which was quite epic.  Game of Thrones themed alcoholic ice cream shots, y’all.

Realized I have spent the last four Tuesdays driving 10+ hours across the Great Plains, back and forth and back and forth.  I’ll not be doing that again for awhile.

This last trip I read The Starry Rift by James Tiptree Jr., and it was delightful, and made a full yard of two-colored lucet cord.

And now, I’m going to need some sleep.


a cleansing, relaxing post

August 22, 2016

I need a little bit of a break right now.  How about a garden in Cambridge, UK?

cabridge garden




July 27, 2016

A travel pic from a few .  years ago.

hamiltons birthplace

I know it totally doesn’t look like much.  But you see that grayish square building just left of center?  That’s Alexander Hamilton’s birthplace, on the island of Nevis. Still can’t see it?  IT’S RIGHT THERE!

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Hamilton is SO COOL RIGHT now, I just had to brag a little.



old trees

April 11, 2016

Another picture from Lake Quinalt:

sitka spruce

This is the World’s Largest Sitka Spruce tree.  Neat, huh?  So when I was hiking up the trail, I looked for a tall tree.  I mean a really tall tree.  One that towered over the forest around it.  But this, looking across the bridge, was my first view.  It didn’t really tower.  It’s not too much taller than the trees around it.

But it is bigger.  It’s heavy.  My favorite thing about it is how the branches droop.  They’re heavy, and gravity has been pulling at them for a thousand years.  This tree embodies the weight of the world.

It made me think of another famous tree:

Major Oak Dec 93

This is the Major Oak in Sherwood Forest. That Sherwood Forest.  Legend has it this is the tree Robin Hood and his men sheltered in during their exploits.  Except, as the guide pointed out, assuming a historical Robin Hood, this tree would have been just a slender new thing at the time.  Not this giant.  (I took this picture in December ’93, which is why it has no leaves.  Not dead, just sleeping.)  But one might assume there were huge ancient oaks in the forest during Robin Hood’s time.  Ones that had been saplings when the Romans occupied Britain.

This tree is also estimated to be 800 – 1000 years old — roughly the same age as the spruce.  Scaffolding has been propping it up for the last hundred.  Like the spruce, it’s not tall, but it is big.  Heavy.  Gravity has thickened it, twisted it.  I feel old just looking at it.

These trees are age and time made visible, tangible.  I love it.


Last month when I was at Lake Quinalt, I tried to go on this hike to the World’s Largest Western Red Cedar.  This was how far I got:


(I did, however, see the World’s Largest Sitka Spruce, on the other side of the lake.)