Elizabeth Moon
Elizabeth Moon
Elizabeth Moonis an American science fiction and fantasy writer. Her other writing includes newspaper columns and opinion pieces. Her novel The Speed of Dark won the 2003 Nebula Award. Prior to her writing career, she served in the United States Marine Corps...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth7 March 1945
CountryUnited States of America
jobs children writing
What it boils down to is that parenting a child with autism is a difficult job; writing about it is far easier.
people normal sometimes
Sometimes I wonder how normal normal people are, and I wonder that most in the grocery store.
real feelings everyday
My personal feeling about science fiction is that it's always in some way connected to the real world, to our everyday world.
different sometimes hard
It is not wrong to be different. Sometimes it is hard, but it is not wrong.
people hours messy
People are people, messy and mutable, combining differently with one another from day to day - even hour to hour.
perfect bass strings
No, but a cello is the perfect string bass for an accordion. Works with it beautifully.
mother feminist mind
Now my mother, interestingly enough, was not a feminist in her own mind.
school sunday taught
I've taught Sunday school, I've sung in the choir, I directed a choir.
challenges used
I used to not back down from a challenge.
drug rattlesnakes bother
I regarded drugs as somewhat like rattlesnakes - it's possible to pick one up without getting bit, but why bother?
fantasy astronomy biomedical
I love biomedical science, I love astronomy, and you can't really do much with those in a fantasy setting.
struggle character chance
Having to struggle gave me the chance to demonstrate strength of character.
life order autism
I like it that order exists somewhere even if it shatters near me.
thinking roots community
A tree is alive, and thus it is always more than you can see. Roots to leaves, yes-those you can, in part, see. But it is more-it is the lichens and moss and ferns that grow on its bark, the life too small to see that lives among its roots, a community we know of, but do not think on. It is every fly and bee and beetle that uses it for shelter or food, every bird that nests in its branches. Every one an individual, and yet every one part of the tree, and the tree part of every one.