The Dangers of Creation; or, A Machine to Rival Man by Siri Paulson
Hands-On Learning by KD Sarge
Rafe isn't good at math, but Taro has a plan to help.
Last year around Thanksgiving, I wrote about how grateful I was for my family. It is hard putting into words how amazing they are, but I tried.
Today I will try again. I'd like to talk about my husband, who, when I talk about him online, I call "my beloved." It started out as a way to keep my personal details private, but it has now grown into an actual name I call him.
The other day, someone asked me about how I came up with the title for Shards (urban fantasy, coming out on Dec 1) and it took me back to the early days of working on the novel, which, to be honest, I haven't thought about in a long time.
Shards started as a dream. Occasionally I have really vivid dreams, and when I realize I'm dreaming, I start to structure the dream into a story. Shards was one of those, though more complete--and more coherent--than most when I woke up. In those days, I kept a notebook by the side of my bed, and I scribbled down everything I could remember--about the characters, the plot, the world.
And then I lost the notebook.
Here's something about me that you might not know: I used to be a Physics major. I started out my university career taking courses like astronomy and calculus, before I realized that a creative writing/English degree was a much better fit.
But those two areas are closer than you might think.