Going to spend my Friday night writing my first Science Fiction short story in some time.
- Uploading Your Memories
- The stripping away of individuation
- Self-driving cars
- Rebel group called (tentatively) THE RESTORATIONISTS!
There was a man. Just like any other, except he had one fatal flaw. Although, unlike those around him, he never once considered it to be a flaw. Even after he had died—-by his own hand—-his grandchildren found notes affirming this. One of them read, “The blind man sees much more than you think.”…
A story I wrote couple of years ago.
we’re concentrated on falling apart.
Tonight, I read Philip K. Dick’s short story Beyond Lies the Wub for the third (or fourth?) time. So very good. If only all of our first officially published stories could be THAT good.
"As I understand Odysseus…."
There is something very weird and natural and beautiful when you sit down to write a new story. Blank page and all that comes with it.
I’ve missed thee, tumblr.
Feels or not, I miss Fringe most dearly.