Since I’m a fiction writer, not a food writer, someone else is welcome to this idea: “How a Thin Person Eats”. It would be kind of a diet book, but instead of focusing on how heavy people lose weight, it would focus on how lighter people maintain their lighter weight. I have my doubts about the current thinking around weight. There’s a lot of judging and shame around fatness, which I hate. I don’t think everyone should have to be thin. I would like people to feel good about themselves at whatever size they’re at, and choose their foods and exercises based on what they love. For people who have fat they want to shed, I think there’s too much focus on restrictive, uncomfortable diets that might get results in the short term but are horribly hard to translate into long-term habits. I am a thin person, and my body composition is very healthy (plenty of muscle, sturdy bones). I have never dieted or restricted my food choices. Depending on what you believe about diet science, this could mean I have a wickedly high metabolism, or I get tons of exercise, or it could mean I have accidentally hit on […]
In which there is a podcast!
The mellifluous Julia Rios reads my story “Who in Mortal Chains” at PodCastle. I’ve never been recorded before. Let me just say: it rocks. […]
In which I cannot hear my new Handsome Furs due to the air show
It’s even worse than a balloon party around here: I have to sit, stiffly cringing, awaiting a horribly loud noise, which I know beyond a doubt is coming, only I don’t know when. And every time it does, it’s going to make me flinch visibly, spill coffee, and overuse italics. Also, the cats. They don’t have italics, or coffee, but they have the visible flinching. […]
In which the bell tolls
It actually does. Not for me, I assume. It’s somewhere up the block, and it’s probably one of those knife-sharpening people, rare these days but still to be found on occasion here in Little Portugal. Sunday morning, cloudy. Wasps in the rose briars and butterflies in the tall grass. Neighbours strolling to the laundromat. Silence in my part of town. My friends, it is a good day to write. […]