Writing day and night for months… that’s hard.

Remember, constantly, that when you talk about 'tense of a subjunctive,' you're not talking about time. You're slipping through degrees of reality.

Science fiction is a dialogue, a tennis match, in which the Idea is volleyed from one side of the net to the other. Ridiculous to say that someone 'stole' an idea: no, no, a thousand times no. The point is the volley, and how it's carried, and what statement is made by the answering 'statement.' In other words — if Burroughs initiates a time-gate and says it works randomly, and then Norton has time gates confounded with the Perilous Seat, the Siege Perilous of the Round Table, and locates it in a bar on a rainy night — do you see both the humor and the volley in the tennis match?

I do not think any SFWA communication should come anywhere NEAR the internet.

Jane leaned back against the counter and stared at the ceiling. At the traditional location of God, no matter what the planet.

Deal with the Devil if the Devil has a constituency - and don't complain about the heat.

My worlds are complex, and often suggest more than one story.