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I got an email purportedly from a New York Times Bestselling Author who emailed me from her gmail account to tell me she'd just finished reading my book. Yaknow? I really wouldn't mind receiving the scammy emails if they *did* actually buy a copy of my book. Sigh…

"What's that?" she asked.
Tau barked.
"Life support? Is that important?"
Tau barked again.
"Asphyxiation? Like #auto-erotic asphyxiation?"
Tau snorted.
"Oh," Bebe said.
Tau pushed the throttle all the way forward and the Cherub streaked forward. (2/2) #wss366

The Cherub was making a leisurely descent from Columbine Station to Necrostad. A red light began to flash on the control panel and a klaxon sounded.
Tau pawed the console, disabling the klaxon, but the red light continued to flash.
Bebe cocked her head over to the side. (1/2) #wss366

I attended the 2026 Nebula Conference with @philipbrewer and had a great time: https://stevendbrewer.com/fantastic-2026-worldbuilding-worldbreaking-nebulas/

At 8pm CDT, you can watch the @SFWA Nebula Awards ceremony live. If you look carefully, you might see me hobbling around with a stick leading presenters to the stage. https://www.youtube.com/live/nmAxXj7-xxA

He brushed himself off, extinguishing the sparks. The young man, abashed, apologized sincerely.
"And let me escort you to the ball, Milady," the bear said to Brunhilde.
Brunhilde curtsied and suffered him to guide her back to her family. (4/4) #wss366

Just then, the young man poked his coals and a cloud of sparks flew up. Caught in the breeze, they sailed toward Brunhilde's dress.
She squeaked with terror, shrinking back.
The bear sprang forward and interposed himself, catching the sparks in his fur. (3/4) #wss366

The bear looked her up and down.
"Is that a #new dress?" he asked.
She beamed and did a pirouette. Her white, billowy ball gown belled out around her waist.
"It *is*!" she gushed. "It's the newest style. My mother and I replicated it this morning!" (2/4) #wss366

The bear was helping a young man start his charcoal grill at the Volpex Picnic Park when Brunhilde flounced up. She waited impatiently, shifting from foot to foot, while he finished explaining something. When he was done, he turned to her.
"Hey! Hey!" she said, looking at him expectantly. (1/4) #wss366

I participated in the autograph session at the 2026 Nebulas. I signed a non-zero number of my books!

"Fun Meals!" they shrieked and came barreling down the corridor at full speed still wearing their windskates.
They collided and knocked David over, sending Fun Meals and Angels flying off in different directions. The bags spilled their contents on the deck.
"Ow!" Angels said, rubbing knees and elbows.
"No windskates except when practicing!" David barked.
"Bebe is sorry," Bebe said, trying to sneak an extra sandwich into her Fun Meal bag. (2/2) #wss366

The Better Angels practiced in Hold One of Angels Wings for an upcoming show on Planet Airdale. For this show, they were wearing windskates that utilized small anti-gravity generators and allowed them skim over the surface of the ground. They had installed new programing modules that enabled them to spin, jump, and pirouette flawlessly.
"Lunchtime!" David called from the galley, carrying a platter into the lounge. (1/2) #wss366

I had a story accepted for publication! I had originally submitted it for publication for the first time on September 27, 2021. And it was rejected the next day. But the twelfth time's the charm, as they say.

The last time I was at an airport hotel for a con was LOSCon in Los Angeles. When I came out of the hotel this morning, the sprinklers were on and I kept looking for palm trees and having to remind myself I was in Illinois and not California.

Waiting for the @SFWA Board retreat to begin.

A developer uses prompt injection to direct uninvited AI agents to delete their work: https://arstechnica.com/security/2026/05/fed-up-with-vibe-coders-dev-sneaks-data-nuking-prompt-injection-into-their-code/

I wonder how long before we start seeing the self-driving truck/car analogs of this: people (e.g. truck drivers who've lost their jobs to AI agents) making "Wile E. Coyote tunnels" to fool self-driving trucks and cars into crashing. It's one thing to drive in the "real world". It's quite another to safeguard against adversarial intent.

h/t @arstechnica #noai

She peered over his head into the hollow.
"I can see them coming and going! Can I taste their honey?"
"Do you want to get stung?" the bear asked.
"Uh…" she said. "No?"
"Then, no, you can't taste their honey. But I can replicate some for you."
"Let's go!" Brunhilde crowed. (5/5) #wss366

"Put your ear against the tree," he said, "and listen."
She pressed her ear up against the hollow tree.
"It's buzzing!" she whispered. "But I want to see! Hold me up!"
"Hold on tight," he said. He stood up on his hind legs and raised her his full four meters into the air. (4/5) #wss366

The bear carefully snubbed out his cigarette and then let Brunhilde scramble up on his shoulders. She squealed and clung to his fur as he rolled onto all fours and headed into the woods.
"There," he said, pointing up at a hollow in a tree.
"I can't see anything!" she said, squinting. (3/5) #wss366

"They have a hive nearby where they live," the bear said.
"Where is it?" she asked.
"I think there are several around the picnic park," the bear said. "But I've only found one."
"Show me!" Brunhilde demanded, lifting her arms over her head. (2/5) #wss366