About Dawn

Dawn Trowell Jones a speculative fiction writer living in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband and two cats.

How Stories Happen For Me

All right then. Here is a meandering piece about how my stories come to life: I’ll be driving to the grocery store. Or to work. I may be in the shower or folding laundry. Staring Continue reading How Stories Happen For Me

Years Ago My Friend and I

Years ago my friend and I sat outside a café in the bright shine of early spring. “What were you thinking?” he said, a question he had not asked in months. We had been sitting Continue reading Years Ago My Friend and I

Colonize Mars!

If I remember correctly, it was a physics experiment to demonstrate evaporation. The experimenter placed same-sized balls in a round pan until they covered the bottom. Then, he applied mechanical energy to the pan in Continue reading Colonize Mars!

Thoughts About Theme Genesis

An old lark can really set herself to thinking, and since I’m such a visual person, I’m going to attempt to sketch one of those weird moments when I saw thought happen: Random memories had Continue reading Thoughts About Theme Genesis

Familiarity

Here goes…. Life has felt unfamiliar to me at times, the whole business of interacting with matter. I’m astonished to be moving through air. Like moving through a dream, I open doors, float through, step Continue reading Familiarity

Ex Machina—What Went Wrong With AI

Spoiler Alert: My comments relate to the recently released movie Ex Machina. I wanted to write briefly about my thoughts concerning the problems with AI as it was presented in Ex Machina. I have to Continue reading Ex Machina—What Went Wrong With AI

What I Was Thinking In The Shower

I’m a dreamer and a worrier. And also a smatterer. Probably not an expert at anything. Now that that’s settled, below are some topics that interest me, and I’m going to talk about them in Continue reading What I Was Thinking In The Shower

Gratitude and My First Post

This is an interesting stage for a writer—for me as a writer, to be more precise. I’ve worked long hours from the first week in January until mid-April for the last four years as an Continue reading Gratitude and My First Post