Summer Nights
I am alive!
Is the book done? No. About ten chapters left, because everything that could go hilariously wrong last week, from a massive heat dome in New England to my ceiling flooding and falling through, did indeed happen, plus more outlandish rubbish on top of it. Thus, I am still drowning in stress, plus more stress, plus bathtub water and it’s still too hot.
So hold tight, I shall not perish, yet. I’m looking to have the last post in Move Fast and Break People up over the weekend.
In the meantime!
I have a new short story out at Uncanny Magazine, and I’m super excited about it, so I’m taking the step of telling my political readers to hey maybe check out a bit of my fiction. The personal, and fictional, is always political, after all.
Plus…the premise is just a ton of cheeky fun and I don’t want to tell you what it is, because it’ll spoil the whole thing, but you will recognize it and laugh some minor, unimportant body part off before the whole thing veers wildly into new territory.
Give it a read if you want! And I’ll be back this weekend with some more yelling about our grim tech-lich overlords.
This is the most relatable resurrection I’ve read in weeks. Ceiling collapse, heat dome, and tech-lich overlords—honestly, it’s a miracle you’re still vertical, let alone writing. But your resilience is as unhinged as it is admirable.
Also: When He Calls Your Name is a riot. You’ve got this gift for disguising biting commentary as gleeful chaos, and it works. Hard. Loved the twist, loved the tone, and yes—laughed a very minor organ loose.
Looking forward to the finale of Move Fast and Break People. Take your time. Some of us are still recovering from the last chapter.
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