Having to do an interview or any publicity. Social phobia means writing happily in darkness. (It was difficult enough uploading a photo avatar!)

We’re clearly project twins. House currently looks like a disaster movie—ragged holes where walls used to be, exposed everything, dangly bits everywhere—and getting bids is my side gig at the moment.

And you know this is all working its way into the writing…

Yay, deliciously weird! And somehow reassuring.

My father was shocked that I scramble my eggs as they’re cooking rather than *waves hands* however other people do it, with 17 extra steps. I was free and didn’t even appreciate it!

(This made me wonder in passing … are introverts more inclined to use commas and ellipses, not to mention parentheses? Could be a me thing.)

(Gen-X slips by unnoticed, like a ghost—whee!)

Really like the lush look of new cover, definitely conveys “chronicles.” And a tip of the hat to your brother, and your lovely tribute(s) to him.

NEOSYNTHESIS features stories by your nerdy pals:
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Pretty sure it’s *not* Battle Beyond the Stars (1980). Oof.

Also makes me feel sad for email, which was a haven for wordy, nerdy introverties. Now it’s more a target for slop engines, and filters are working overtime to claw back any signal:noise.

A productive break is the best sort of break! 🚀

That is ({QUALIFIER}{DESCRIPTOR_ADJECTIVE}).

Jeff VanderMeer used a “single organism presenting as many” concept in a cosmic horror mode, in his book Annihilation, and it was pretty delicious! Just thought to comment because I have something cooking that incorporates a similar idea, but in yet another direction. Just keeping it weird! :)

That’s the one I always come back to.

I don’t know how to convert “she tells me to sleep in the other room” into numbers.

Your inspiration board looks enticing! Good luck on finding your story the perfect home. :)

I’m pretty sure that’s part of the job description! Scraps and snatches, mixes and matches…

We won’t have to scoop the poop once we’ve migrated to our robot bodies, will we? (Or at least…migrated the cats to their robot bodies…)