Suddenly I knew how to finish a novel.
I love you, Mom. Happy birthday.
I guess the story arc I'm writing is just...life.
I've got a new Central Corps short story up.
Isn't science fiction supposed to be about the future? Isn't it?
The answer to "Can I do this?" is always "Yes."
This is a systemic failure, and being angry with one another won't fix it.
Be outraged. Make change. Now is the best time there is.
Probably not the uplifting holiday content you were looking for.
I know what I like when I hear it.