Sorry to miss it, but I have a thesis defense to attend on Zoom then. Alas. Alack. And Woe.

In lock-down, I feel like I should be making loads of progress forward on my words in progress -- yet I am not. (There are thousand, or just one very strong, reason(s) why that is the case. But I am trying.) Regardless -- I am reminded of the adage of my daughter's juggling teacher: "The best jugglers are the students who love picking up balls off of the floor -- because that's where they all end up eventually." So I've been trying lean in to loving picking up where I left off, and loving the sense of re-discovery, and loving the inevitable jog that might turn into a run, that might pick up velocity to spring -- lo! -- into the flow state. Before I crash and need to pick myself up off the floor again.

Thank you for this, as always, Terri. You have really captured what I, in my little way, aim for in trying to write urban fantasy. It's the only thing that drives me to make art: the tension between the known and the mystery of the world already around us. And I think (or perhaps feel is a better word) that now is a time when we need Fantasy that does exactly that: that nudges the audience to look beyond what is obviously at hand, to see the connections between the natural world and themselves, between the Other and themselves. Lofty goals, I know. But it is what keeps me going.

Delightful! Not just for the professional development, the chance to hear you and Howard in conference, or learning more about his journey as an artist -- but also for the delightful Tilly-related thumps that are detectable at ~ 7:40....