Personal pride is probably a bad guide to merit.

I drink tea pretty much continuously at a rate of around 1 imperial pint/hour, which sort of enforces screen/keyboard breaks.

Nothing stands for content-free corporate bullshit quite like PowerPoint. And that's just scratching the surface.

The one thing that does happen, every time, though, is that I never get to write a book until I've already been thinking about it for a period of months to years.

I was an early adopter: have been on the internet continuously since late 1989, barring a six-month loss of access in the early 90s.

I don't do flash fiction.

I was raised thinking that moral and ethical standards are universals that apply equally to everyone. And these values aren't easily compatible with the kind of religion that posits a Creator. To my way of thinking, an omnipotent being who sets up a universe in which thinking beings proliferate, grow old, and die (usually in agony, alone, and in fear) is a cosmic sadist.