Seems like everyone is looking for a "side hustle" these days.

Keeping your dramatis personae straight can be a chore.

For me, living aboard a space station is about the most fantastical thing imaginable.

Language is the key to culture, real or imagined.

Autogenerated fantasy landscapes feel like randomly programmed dreams.

Dying malls are death poems to conspicuous consumption.

My creative blog posting well is dry.

You know how I like free.

I guess you could say I'm in a dark mood this week.

I wish I hadn't gotten out of the habit of writing every day.