I just googled myself for the first time in a long time and was really surprised by what came up (I used my middle name too, as that generally cuts out random references to other Lisas). A story I’d published years ago is now available online, and apparently another story of mine earned me an offhand mention in the Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror for 2003, which is pretty cool. The story’s good to my eyes, if a little underdeveloped; I can see the bones of the kind of writing I do now underlying it. It’s just strange for me to encounter a story I wrote ten years ago and published five years ago, see that it’s chugging along with a life of its own. It feels like meeting an old friend unexpectedly in a coffee shop, that flash of surprise, delight, and curiosity.