There are parts that are hard for me to read, and I wrote the thing. But it ends in the right place.
There's nothing new except what has been forgotten. And in SFF, stuff gets forgotten a lot.
Dude, I'm just writing stories.
Fair and unfair suggest some kind of cosmic scales that lean toward balance. No such thing exists.
Remember my little book of short stories? I've set up a Goodreads giveaway for it!
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.