Author Archives: Alyx Dellamonica

About Alyx Dellamonica

Alyx Dellamonica lives in Toronto, Ontario, with their wife, author Kelly Robson. They write fiction, poetry, and sometimes plays, both as A.M. Dellamonica and L.X. Beckett. A long-time creative writing teacher and coach, they now work at the UofT writing science articles and other content for the Department of Chemistry. They identify as queer, nonbinary, autistic, Nerdfighter, and BTS Army.

Bee attack(ed) in East Van

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Thought balloon: Dammit, I promised myself I would actually bring some of the flowers in from the garden this year, and have them in the house. I’m going to do that right now.

(Chop, chop, chop. Rend.)

Alyx: EEEEE! A bee, a bee, hiding in the crocus pretending to drown, undercover homicidal bumblebee of death, OMG, I’m going to dieeeee!!!!

(Run. Run. Crash. Pant pant pant pant.)

Thought balloon: Oh, no, I’ve probably killed her. Poor bumblebee! What can I do? I will rescue her! But wait! What if she suddenly comes to life and stings me to DEATH?? God, I hope the cats don’t eat her while I sit here waffling. OMG, what if she stings Minnow on the tongue? Extend your reach. That was what you did with drowning victims, right? Maybe a tablespoon?

Alyx: La la la… we’re all very calm heeeere.

All very calm… look, would you grab the fucking spoon already… yes, very calm…

Okay, bee. You can dry off there. Or freeze. I will say if you’re not gonna make it, I’d prefer it if you climbed over the edge of the flower box and plummeted three floors to your death so I don’t have to deal with guilt. Or your zombie sting-you-even-in-death corpse.

Bee: Flail.

Alyx: Would you be more photogenic if I moved the spoon?

(Click click click click click click…)

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The sad part is I’ve had similar encounters where the bee came off far worse. She seemed pretty robust after it all. And was obediently making for the edge of the window box when last I saw her.

Favorite Thing Forsyte

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I am back at Favorite Thing Ever this week, writing about the costume drama The Forsyte Saga, which Kelly and I have been rewatching this past week as part of our ongoing drive to watch all Teh British Costume Drama in the history of History.

Forsyte essay is here.

I am also wrapping up Quantum Leap recaps pretty quick with Future Boy, Lee Harvey Oswald and soon and finally, Deliver Us from Evil. Did I ever tell you that I also reviewed DD Barant’s Killing Rocks? Those thoughts on the Awesome of DD are here.

Do not tease the skunk (fans)

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My day starts somewhere before four and five; I have always been wired to rise early, but just lately life at my place has been organized around the break of dawn. By six I am out the door and off to the cafe, where I greet the other morning peeps before sitting down to write fic for a couple hours. The reward for this restructuring has been increased fic-writing time for me, a more pleasant shape to my weekends, more sleep … and more encounters with the dregs of the local feral nightlife.

I have been promising you this skunk (or possibly quasar) pic. I have had another sighting since I took it, but he was outdoors (of course) and I was in, and it was night in any case. But dawn is coming earlier; I expect to improve on this before the season’s out.

Skunk!