Sara Ryan

The weather has been uncharacteristically sunny and mild, lately. ”It’s a lie,” I tell visiting friends. But really it’s a gift. I’m trying to remember to look and appreciate. This isn’t what I thought my fall would look like. I had a plan, then the plan had to change. I’m not going where I thought I [...]

I am in some very swell company in this anthology, which you can preorder the heck out of. My contribution is “Nineteen Panels About Me And Comics.” I can’t wait to read the rest of the book!    

There was a whole ring of them. No fairies in evidence, alas. Someone’s shed makes a sweet contrasting background. I can’t read everything in her hair. I definitely see broke. Really insistent directions require six fingers. The phrase, the little heart, and the fact that it’s on repurposed law office stationery. In case you had [...]

So rad. Hadn’t seen one of these in a while. He is part of a herd. Wall.

Originally posted at the Wordstock blog. I have a Designated Writing Zone in my house. I’ve written many thousands of words in it, and I’ve even blogged about it. But sometimes I need other voices, other rooms. Fortunately Portland has many places where you can park yourself for extended periods of time to work on your [...]

I’d thought I’d lurk around Wordstock on Saturday, but I elected to write instead. But I did come for a substantial portion of Sunday, above and beyond the session I was moderating. First I went to see Emily Warn and Ursula Le Guin, both reading poems. Warn read several, then Le Guin read one long [...]

I was trying to hunt down the date for an upcoming event I’d managed not to get into my calendar, and searched my email for the name of the person organizing it. The results went back to 2005 — my first year using Gmail. (Before that it was Pine, because I am exactly that old-school.) [...]