So when I got out of the military, I went back to school in biology, and earned a biology degree at the University of Texas, and then did some graduate work in it.
I had, of course, no model for that sort of woman being married, but I can make that up as I go along.
I can become very emotional about math, although I'm not that good at it.
I love biomedical science, I love astronomy, and you can't really do much with those in a fantasy setting.
No, but a cello is the perfect string bass for an accordion. Works with it beautifully.
Now my mother, interestingly enough, was not a feminist in her own mind.
Fantasy allows you to get past defenses.
Motivation is the power behind plot.
When a person responds emotionally to intellectual things, or emotionally only to traditional emotional things - I find that an interesting break between myself and some other writers and fans.
To the gods belong power, and to us the work of our hands.
When I was starting out, I did not do short fiction well, because I kept wanting to write books.
Hard to be a physics major at Rice University if you have flunked calculus.
I actually feel that the different kinds of stories come out of different parts of my brain.
I've taught Sunday school, I've sung in the choir, I directed a choir.
I used to not back down from a challenge.
Other people, including me, have written books with main characters who were old and rich. Or old and brilliant. Old sages, old wizards, old rich people.
You can also make explicit certain social problems which, again, would be prejudged or not encountered at all in real life, because people have set up defenses against it. Fantasy allows you to get past defenses.
I revear all the gods but those that delight in cruelty. If Ra's light is kindly in your eyes than may his light shine on us all.
One of my degrees was a science degree in biology.
My first degree came years before my second. I had wanted to be a physicist, but I flunked calculus.
Empress of the Universe would be way too much work. I'd have to wear fancy clothes, probably including lady shoes with pointed toes, and could no longer slouch into the study in PJs and slippers. Someone would (avert!) straighten my desk. Someone would reorganize my yarn stash...in fact, they'd assign someone else to knit my socks, thus depriving me of an excuse to rest my brain while pretending to accomplish something useful.
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