I’m at Wiscon! For those of you who don’t know, Wiscon is a yearly feminist science fiction convention. I’m enjoying Madison very much. I went out for cheese curds and […]
There are things you think will make you a REAL WRITER. And then they happen, and you're still just you. I'm real. You're real. Write. — Meg Elison (@megelison) February […]
This year, Starhawk’s “City of Refuge” was the gift I bought myself. I backed the Kickstarter and couldn’t wait for it to show up. Getting the third book in this […]
Meg’s note: This post was written by my husband, John Elison, who has no blog of his own. He likes to tell long stories, and I like to hear them. […]
I’ve spent a lot of words here trying to define an experience that is ultimately indefinable. It’s something different for everyone, and you will likely have different wishes after your first burn.
It was the best and worst vacation I’ve ever had.
From the front page of the L.A. Review of Books: “In 2015, Elison’s novel won the Philip K. Dick Award, in part because it offers an equally compelling — although […]
One of the shittiest things about growing up (and there are a great many shitty things about growing up) is the forfeiture of your magical inheritance. As a child, your […]
Memory is the ghost of time trapped in meat and it doesn’t always work. It works even less when the meat is excited. First, an old friend. I was met […]
Traveling is both the privilege and the curse of a writer’s life. I spent the the end of March driving all over Southern California, some time in LA followed by […]