I started day 11 of NaNoWriMo at 4:30am, groggily trudging downstairs to make coffee. I wrote two thousand words by noon, and took a walk with the kids and kitten during lunch. I sat down this afternoon and wrote another thousand. My word count now totals 19,054, which is ahead.
“What do I get out of this walk, again?”
I could keep going, but I’ve got a family to take care of and other things to do. Part of hitting a wall is forgetting self-care and everything else during this month. Don’t do that. The contest should set up good writing habits, not poor ones.
Tammy loves to build worlds with words, exploring themes the effect of diaspora on the generations born elsewhere than their ancestors with the backdrop of tech or magic and dragons (sometimes both). These stories are inspired by her own family's immigrant experience. She's queer and many of her characters fall somewhere on the LGBTQIA spectrum (though that is not the focus of her work). She's married to an engineer who dances. Together they are raising three precocious teens in the Seattle suburbs. Two of her children are neurodiverse. Her experiences have taught her much about the world, its beauties and its injustices. All of this comes through in her fiction with a healthy dose of absurd humor.
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