26 books in 10 months. Not shabby.
That stuff, well, once you stop learning about those things, you’re dead—even if your body is still walking about, going through the motions of life. That’s existing, simply not being buried yet.
Scars makes sense for the body—stop bleeding, prevent an infection, protect the break—quickly—to keep us alive and then repair the harm as fast as possible. Gotta keep going after all. But, some scars heal up better than others.
Generally, I avoid books featuring fae, finding them too often derivative or pollyannish. Mississippi Missing, an urban fantasy laced with fae, came as rather a surprise. It neither demanded I know everything about the entire fairy world. Nor assuming I share a fan’s devotion to the intricacies of Welsh, Scottish, and whatever-all-esle mythologies. Sure, a […]
Daemons were not part of Philip Pullman’s original idea for the Golden Compass. And understanding this may have saved the novel I’m working on.
Scary as hell living in Brooklyn, the deadliest place on earth for Covid-19. For a few grim weeks.
My brain is hurt by all the stuff I’ll probably miss.
Success is a Lousy Teacher or, how success is reached by climbing a stairway built of failures
The armed troops and the ID cards are gone now, but low-flying planes are still unnerving.
Resilience after 9-11—it’s about what happens in the mind as much as on the ground.