M. R. Robinson

Averaging them out is the solution, yes please. The occasional bark would help me locate and remove the bug! Trying to jump out the window does not help me locate the bug!

Every day is a race to get as much work done as I can before the inevitable moment when my very very sweet and very very simple dog sees a bug. Then the focus of my day shifts to “trying to convince Wilf he did not see a bug” and “begging him to stop trying to escape the bug through the window.”

I love him so much.

Thank you for the kind words and the tag! Glad you enjoyed 💚

Yes! Immediately gives you an interesting character AND an interesting world. I love historical worldbuilding in sci-fi, like “what if I took this thing from the distant past and dragged it into the far future.”

Love the sound of that. I want allllll the anchorite stories!

Thank you!!! 💜 It is very much not our sapphic eldritch forest ladies but somehow… still has an adjacent vibe!

Thanks, Nico! 💜

Sorry to repost but the typo would have haunted me for 10-20 years!!!

Contract signed, so I’m thrilled to share that “The Second Life and Sudden Death of the Starveling Saint of Anchorship X1343” will be coming to Fusion Fragment in 2027! This story is for everyone who has ever read Julian of Norwich and thought “ok but what if she lived on a spaceship, though.” 🚀

(That’s a lot of us, right? We were all thinking that, right??)

ICYMI! Feat. strange & wonderful queer stories and poems (incl. @ayidashonibar.bsky.social's dark delight "The Homeowner's Bride" & my Indian vampire reprint "The Vetala of Crystal Vellam Inlet") + an essay by @jackiehedeman.bsky.social ("He Is Survived By His Wife") that brought tears to my eyes!

“Queer post-apocalyptic science-fantasy extravaganza” seems very relevant to many people reading this 👀

Luz tried everything to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. Vacuuming, microfiber rags, magic, a feather duster, more magic, compressed air, even more magic (and magic explosions). Still, the door refused her.

Natural Skin - Lightspeed Magazine As I shrug on my jacket, moving across the carpet as quietly as I can, my sister Xuemei pushes her blankets aside and rolls over onto her belly with a soft murmur. “Liin jie. Where are you going?” Fuc...

Somehow I hadn't read this 2016 story until @clairejiawen.bsky.social sent me the link today, and: if you have also not read this story, you must.

The worst combination but the best feeling when it works out! Thank you, Ayida 💜

Wait, this is the first convincing explanation I've seen for my year.

This win is balanced out by the fact that I went to get my oil changed this morning and the guy opened the hood and promptly said “ohhhhh no.”

Acceptance in my inbox this morning for a story I’ve described to friends as both “my best work” and “doomed to never find a home,” and yeah, this is a very good way to start a week.

Hello to everyone else who has spent all week feeling like you are surely forgetting something important, just a few more hours to submit Nebula ballots!

Ahhh, congrats! Can't wait to see what you did with that theme!

Y’all, please nominate—it’s so very helpful to everyone: the authors, the jury, the foundation, and to readers

Thank you!

IT’S HERE ‼️ And yes I cried when I hit send on the issue for subscribers. I hope you love this issue as much as we do.

Congrats, Emma!!! So deserved.

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

Thanks so much!

Thank YOU for being part of it!

We ALSO cannot wait for this. Sooooon. (When you do, you’ll spy a shout-out in the acknowledgments to someone extremely generous and helpful whose name rhymes with Boliver Drackenbury 👀)

“Unarm, Eros; the long day’s task is done, / And we must sleep,” &c.