I’m Natalie Luhrs and this is my website.
I am a two-time Hugo Award finalist, most recently for my essay, “George R.R. Martin Can Fuck Off Into the Sun,” about 2020’s complete and total shitshow of a Hugo Awards ceremony. For all those horrified by my lack of respect for my elders, you’ll be glad to know that Maria Dahvana Headley’s incandescent translation of Beowulf won–much to my delight.
I’m a survivor of necrotizing pancreatitis, which left me with about 20% of my pancreas. I have Type 3c diabetes, portal hypertension, and refractory ascites. The ascites requires an outpatient surgical procedure every month or so. This is all exactly as fun as it sounds. But I did get a cool insulin pump out of the whole deal and that, my friends, is a total game-changer when it comes to managing diabetes.
I’m an avid knitter and watercolorist.
I read a lot. Mostly science fiction/fantasy and romance; but if it’s a good book, I’m not going to quibble about genre.
I’m also a JavaScript developer and work as a junior web developer for a company that helps people to gamify their to-do lists.
If you’d like to help support me, I currently use Ko-Fi for one-time donations and Patreon for ongoing support.
I am so grateful to every single person who finds value in the work I do.
Simon Jimenez’s The Vanished Birds is one hell of a debut novel.
In my notes, I wrote that that “this is a weird book; not much of anything happens for the first two-thirds and then there is plot all over the place,” which pretty much does explain the pacing.
Three random-ish links, some art, and photos of the concert I went to last weekend.
I loved this book so much. And while I tried to make it last, I read it incredibly quickly and then was very sad when there was no more book, even as I was sobbing like an actual baby at the end.
Ahem. Ryka Aoki’s Light from Uncommon Stars is pretty stellar.