I have danced with the spider. I have cut a caper with the dancing mad god.

Socialism and SF are the two most fundamental influences in my life.

My Google-fu is strong.

Everything has changed. I cannot be used anymore. Those days are over. I know too much. What I do now, I do for me.

I do, however, feel reasonably strongly the sense that the job of a piece of argumentative scholarly non-fiction is not the same as the job of a piece of fiction.

We would never call inexplicable little insights hunches, for fear of drawing the universe's attention. But they happened, and you knew you had been in the proximity of one that had come through if you saw a detective kiss his or her fingers and touch his or her chest where a pendant to Warsha, patron saint of inexplicable inspirations, would, theoretically, hang.

I love it when people want to interpret my books.