I like lassic British spy thrillers. Seriously. If the cold war was still on, that's something I'd be writing.

I'm told that a couple of my Russian translations are just plain terrible, though, and there may be others.

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.

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

I have time to write 1-2 novels per year, and get roughly novel-sized ideas every month. I have to perform triage on my own writing impulses.

More often than not, piracy is a symptom of an under-provisioned market.

Like the famous mad philosopher said, when you stare into the void, the void stares also; but if you cast into the void, you get a type conversion error. (Which just goes to show Nietzsche wasn't a C++ programmer.)