But then, that was the problem with pretty toy stitches. When real life got hold of them, they always tore out.

Nature has become something new. It is ours now, truly. And if our creation devours us, how poetic will that be?

I used to love reading, but since I've started writing, it's harder for me to immerse, because I spend so much time looking at how the story is structured and trying to see what the author is doing behind the curtain.

Environmental science is telling us a lot about our future and what it could look like, whether we're talking about global warming (the current poster child for the environment) or a loss of genetic diversity in our food supplies, or the effects of low-dose chemicals on human development.

For pleasure, I'll read military sf, or Elmore Leonard capers, anything that's fast and fun. Otherwise, I mostly pick at books, without any clear focus.

The main reason I want someone to read a story of mine is so they can enjoy it and feel like they got something interesting out of it.

Knowledge is simply a terrible ocean we must cross, and hope that wisdom lies on the other side.