July 17 / Windswept

I feel like I read and watched and listened a lot last year. In retrospect, a lot of that was older, but them’s the breaks when you uncouple yourself from things like broadcast listing and publishing schedules and the mad crush of getting a steel rocketship as validation of one’s career choices.

(Granted, I think it would be cool to win one of those rocketships one day, but I think it would be much, much cooler if many tens of thousands of people bought my books. That way, I could buy a lot of tacos and pretend they’re rocketships on a one-way trip to the gaping maw of my open, hungry mouth. I am Rakunas, Devourer of Worlds. I mean, Tacos.)

Something else: since I get to read a lot of friends’ work before it’s published, seeing the actual objets d’art is a pleasant surprise, like finding twenty bucks in your pocket after doing the laundry. “Oh, that book I really liked? It’s out? And it’s eligible for stuff? Well, that’s cool!”

So, here’s what I consumed and put on my ballot.

Read MoreStuff I Read And Saw Last Year And Liked Enough To Nominate For A Hugo

February 26 / Complete Wastes of Time

As far as I can tell, I’ve now been playing cello for three years.

That’s not completely accurate, though.

Read MoreHappy Celloversary to Me

When I was three, my parents moved us to Costa Mesa, an Orange County suburb, back when the word suburb still had some meaning. We lived on a cul-de-sac in a subdivision whose streets were named after Pacific islands. There were two other families in our end of the street, and some of the kids were around my age.

We played. We fought. Our parents intervened. We played. We fought. Our parents intervened again. Repeat ad nauseam.

And then came the Star Wars action figures.

Read MoreI have no idea how I survived past five years old.

December 30 / Complete Wastes of Time

Last night, Midnight’s Twitter Game Tag was #2014InFiveWords. My entry? “That could have gone better.”…

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