I don't really get romance. Bring me fish or moose, not flowers.

We can be the new brand of self-extincting dinosaurs or we can evolve.

Our ability to turn off empathy for specific kinds of humans and then use faulty logic to justify our beliefs is messily sociopathic.

I think we learn slowly as a group, but we learn. The ozone layer is still there.

The push and pull of representing your world responsibly and your artistic license is a tricky balance.

If I have a clear spot in my schedule, I like to tackle the heavy scenes that require the heightened emotion and focus of a long writing session. Otherwise, I have daily obligations that can't be ignored.

I do get flak for the lack of romance in my stories.