Thank you for writing!!

I just wanted to say thank you to all of the awesome people who have taken the time to email me to talk about writing, science fiction, and my short story “Cornflower.” I cannot tell you how much I appreciate your kindnesses and thoughts!

If you’re interested in knowing more about the story, my blog for Analog about writing “Cornflower” is now up on their Astounding Analog Companion site, and you can find it here.

And, as always, if you want to chat about it, drop me an email!

Cheers!

Onward to 2023!

My spectacularly irregular blog hasn’t really captured my 2022, so I’m starting a Substack, here. Wish me luck!

But, 2022 was certainly eventful. I published my first short story, in ParSec. Then my second story, in ANALOG (which should be out now!) And sold a third, and when I sign the contract, you’ll hear about more about that.

I ran the NYC Marathon. It took a long time. It was also hot. But I kind of loved it?

I got my first pull-up. Then I lost my pull-ups, because all I did was run.

I joined the SFWA, which is crazy, and exciting!

It was also a very sad year. My cousin Mike died from esophageal cancer, and we were really close. I miss him every day.

And now it’s 2023, and I’m going to sell more stories (I hope!), and write more things, and run 700 miles this year, and do this Substack business (go subscribe!), and I’m ready for it.

Hopefully, I’ll even update you about some of it. Ha!

April, May, June, July, August, and September

Why hello again! It’s been quite a few months since I’ve updated this blog. As it turns out, this pandemic has gone on forever, in no small part due to the incompetent leadership in America. I still like working from home. I still think that we can recoup some financial losses by getting rid of office life as much as possible. I still like walking outside and baking bread, although my sourdough starter has died. I stopped running as much when it got super hot, but I’m able to go back to the gym, which is nice. The really difficult part has been grief. Grief is strange and surreal to begin with, but in this pandemic, the strangeness and surrealness has been magnified.

And I’ll probably write more about that at one point, but not right now. Right now it’s enough to tell you that my father died in July. Grieving has been painful and sad and complicated. The loss of a parent is a primal loss, and the loss of an abusive and alcoholic parent is a terribly complex primal loss. I’m probably going to write about this a lot, or maybe I won’t write about it at all. A friend of mine from high school died from cancer shortly afterward. Honestly, far too many people have died in a very short time. I think we’re all grieving at this point.

And now it’s October. And I’ve read a billion books, and I want to read a billion more, and one of my closest friends and I have started a book review project, called Everyday I Read the Book, that will one day be a podcast. You can find it on Instagram and Facebook.

And I’m trying to start writing again. I’m working on some fiction, I’m doing some stuff, but it’s slow going. Stay tuned. There’s more to come.