Author: Sarah

  • What’s Love Got To Do With It?

    This is an explanation of what happened yesterday in my writing blog, in case you think I lost it. While yesterday’s post was no more “political” than most of my posts are – I tend to analyze the psychological and psycho-social underpinnings of a situation, and I stay away from telling you who to vote…

  • I’ve Completely Lost My Mind

    On my own blog. I’ve posted on the supposed war on women here before, from a slightly different perspective.  Today’s outbreak came because I-have-had-enough-of-this. I shared a Heinlein quote poster about how forcing a man to pay for anything he doesn’t want is the worst of tyrannies.  I meant it in general: say, pacifists paying…

  • It Looks Like I Picked The Wrong Primary Season

    to stop sniffing glue OTOH, hey, my candidate is STILL winning…

  • The Death of a Titan

    My friend Patrick Richardson has written an obituary of Andrew Breibart and asked me to if we’d run it.  I told him of course.  The obituary follows. — Sarah The Death of a  Titan by Patrick Richardson I awoke this morning to hear the sad news of the death of a titan. One of whom the…

  • Bleating Against Amazon

    This is the part of this blog where Sarah takes off the gloves, turns the picture of Heinlein to the wall* so he won’t be shocked by what she’s about to say, and then speaks in the way she learned when fishwives argued near her. You’ve been warned. There is a lot to be said…

  • Handicapping The Syphilitic Camel Race

    The closer we come to the elections, the more I alternate between rage and sheer unremitting depression.  This post is as much as anything a way to organize my thoughts. There is no doubt that this year of all years we are faced with not just a very weak field, but a field that makes…

  • Dispatches From Different Wars

    I apologize to Eric in advance, because I seem to use this blog to vent whenever someone gets me so angry that it starts impairing my writing.  This is one of those times.  Hold on to your hats, girls and boys, because I’m at full simmer and about to whistle. Over the last few days…

  • Old Ideas

    In Which I Usurp M. Simon’s Role [(mwah ah ah) ahem. Coff. And oh, yeah, crossposted at According To Hoyt.)] Okay, that’s not his sole role, or even his more interesting posts, but you will admit that when you come across a musical album review at CV you go “Ahah M. Simon.”  Well, no.  I’m…

  • Eat Your Greens, Have Your Sex, Mind Your Manners!

    Three weeks ago, a man referred to me as beautiful.  As in, “Here you go, Beautiful.”  I was so shocked, I thought that he was talking to my omelet. I will grant you that part of my shock came because I turn fifty this year, and also because it was eight in the morning, and…

  • Control Yourself!

    This is not about publishing, though the trigger for it was that I echoed my piece on breaking into writing in PJM lifestyle and I got a comment that puzzled me.  I didn’t know what the commenter meant or what he thought he was saying.  Now, this is not unusual, of course, except that this…

  • Breaking in, Breaking out, Dropping out

    It is one of the most regular questions asked of any professional writer: How do I break into the field? It is also one of the most difficult questions to answer and one that at any time you ask it as a newby, you can be sure of getting an answer that’s AT LEAST ten…

  • Sweet Liberty*

    I have some experience with revolutions, partly because Portugal never believes a thing worth doing is worth doing only once. I get PTSD at the sound of Green Acres because Porto had one reel in its local broadcast station. Green Acres. When Lisbon got cut off, they played it back to back. This meant that…

  • Next Time The Fire

    I usually do a nine eleven post.  It has now become fashionable to apologize at the beginning of these.  I have no intention of doing so.  No, I have not gotten over it.  No, I don’t think I ever will. Nine eleven was not a sudden, cataclysmic devastation of the sort that comes out of…

  • Happy Birthday Glenn Reynolds!

    Sometimes, very rarely, we mere mortals get to be at the outer periphery of contact with someone whom we know will be mentioned in the history books about this time, and whose influence and transformative presence will only grow. Nine or so years ago, I started reading Instapundit in the morning.  It seems like yesterday. …

  • The Big Tabloid Divorce

    So, here I was, trying to explain the reason I’m unagented, so that I wouldn’t have to answer a bunch of questions at Worldcon, and so that rumors couldn’t circulate that turned this into the big Hollywood divorce. Can you say “misfire”? Sure, I knew you could. All that’s lacking now to complete this circus…

  • The (Publishing) Times They Are Achanging

    (Or Why I’m No Longer Agented) … or I won’t be when the thirty days for contract expiration run out. First of all, because dropping ones agent in publishing is a lot like a Hollywood divorce, particularly when you’ve been together for eight years, as Lucienne and I have, I’d like to say it’s not…

  • Frontiers of Insanity

    What is going on with airlines? I clearly don’t have all the facts, don’t even know where to start investigating, but something IS wrong with airlines in the US. Years ago, when reading PJ O’Rourke’s Eat The Rich, I came across his description of train travel in Siberia, where the train seemed to have been…

  • The One And Only Ninja Nun

    Sometimes as a parent, you have to take a step back and wonder “Did I cause this?  What caused this?  And… if the world finds out… will they surround the house and throw stones through the windows?” One of these moments was when I found out my older son was doing a comic called Ninja…

  • For The Win

    I don’t know how many of you know I’ve been nominated/a finalist for half a dozen awards or so over my career.  My very first book was a finalist for the Mythopoeic, and Soul of Fire AND A Death In Gascony were finalists for a Colorado Book Award. This is why I didn’t get too excited…

  • Pursuing Liberty

       The United States of America is the most revolutionary land based on the most revolutionary idea in the history of mankind. A year before I married my husband, my best friend from childhood married a Frenchman. She became a French citizen the year before I became an American citizen, and for her that meant…