There's a temptation, when publishing a short story, to explain it.
This is a terrible country in which to grow old. Perhaps they all are.
I have stuff I want to have written, and that means I have work to do.
Is my mind more organized? No, it is not!
I think Project Hail Mary might have two Mad Things going on.
We need each other. This pandemic, oddly enough, has made that fact screamingly obvious.
Today, for now, I'm okay enough.
I've never learned what to do with rage.
Jesse's right: the Bureau needs a dedicated plant person.
I want to take something from this, some lesson, something useful.