Lately I’ve started to feel as though I’m channeling some sort of inner George R.R. Martin. That might have once been a good thing. Now, though? Just the opposite.

Sometimes there are years that we’re grimly happy to see drop off the calendar and land in the mud as we slog on, trample them under, and leave them behind.

The good news: An omnibus print edition combining both books will be going to press in September.

To look back in embarrassment at what felt at the time like the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, and now seeing it as Monkey Jesus, is to recognize how far you’ve come.

Me, I couldn’t think of anything more monstrous than what can happen to people under the malign influences of social media.

Back in the mists of early-ish COVID-19 history, I contracted with Cemetery Dance Publications for my sixth collection of short fiction: Black Hole Sundown.