Deep Breath. Yesterday I took the day to get a clean perspective on things, literally and figuratively. I cleaned the main part of the house, though my studio and bedroom are still in chaos. I sat on the porch, getting my head on straight and enjoying what appears to have been the last day of warm weather this season. Made a few calls. Took a few calls. Mended rickety bridges with friends. Reassured family that…

Well, it only took 3 months after the merger for the new management to purge me from the rolls. This afternoon at 4:30 they called me in, thanked me for playing, and showed me the door. Downsized. I knew it was inevitable. All the signs were there. They had not given me the tools, information, or support to do my job since the merger. Ah, well. This isn’t the first time someone has handed me…

My panel assignment for Archon next weekend is “(Media) Are There Any Real SF Chick Flicks?” I’m not a typical “chick”. I was rolling dice and reading LOTR when other girls where polishing their nails. I still can’t style my hair in a perky “up-do”, and I’ll pick a Jerry Bruckheimer blow-em-up over a sappy romance any day. So, frankly, I’m stuck. The only films I can list are sappy chick flicks with ham-handed SF/F…