It may be far in the future, but there's some kind of logical way to get from where we are to where the science fiction is.

A tree is alive, and thus it is always more than you can see. Roots to leaves, yes-those you can, in part, see. But it is more-it is the lichens and moss and ferns that grow on its bark, the life too small to see that lives among its roots, a community we know of, but do not think on. It is every fly and bee and beetle that uses it for shelter or food, every bird that nests in its branches. Every one an individual, and yet every one part of the tree, and the tree part of every one.

There are relatively few science fiction or fantasy books with the main character being an old person.

I revear all the gods but those that delight in cruelty. If Ra's light is kindly in your eyes than may his light shine on us all.

So when I got out of the military, I went back to school in biology, and earned a biology degree at the University of Texas, and then did some graduate work in it.

I regarded drugs as somewhat like rattlesnakes - it's possible to pick one up without getting bit, but why bother?

I actually feel that the different kinds of stories come out of different parts of my brain.