"Clear-cutting" was the word for what the Rusties had done to the old forests: felling every tree, killing every living thing, turning entire countries into grazing land. Whole rain forests had been consumed, reduced from millions of interlocking species to a bunch of cows eating grass, a vast web of life traded for cheap hamburgers. "Look, we're not clear-cutting. All we're doing is pulling out the garbage that the Rusties left behind,” David said. "It just takes a little surgery to do it."

I’m not against thinking; I’m only against thinking that thinking on its own will get you out of a hole. Shovel also needed.

Cure for writer's block: blow something up(in the story)

But you know what? It's not my behavior I'm worried about anymore. It's yours.

Perhaps it's worth saying again: One reader's discomfort should never stand in the way of another reader's survival.

If you see everything through hovercams and feed stories, you wind up blind to what's right in front of you.

Never bored on a hoverboard.