But I Digress. . .

But, I Digress . . .: a brief digression about the massive size of the internet and why you shouldn’t feel bad for calling yourself a writer.

There’s a scene in an episode of Seinfeld in which a woman cheers on hundreds of marathon runners by shouting, “You’re all winners!” A few years ago, I wrote a rather short essay that still managed to wander off-topic in spite of its brevity entitled “Everyone is a Writer.” No exclamation point, but it might […]

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Generation X (Or: a brief digression about putting people in boxes and calling them names)

“Millennials may know more about my iPhone than I do, but very few of them have been taught how to properly address an envelope.” I’m a window clerk for the US Postal Service, and I’ve actually said the above sentence before. Out loud. Where people could hear me. I usually get a chorus of agreement […]

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Escape (Not the Piña Colada Song): musings on escapist fiction and people who don’t like the taste of chocolate

For me, science fiction—as a fiction genre—is speculative fiction about the possible. By comparison, fantasy—which is science fiction’s close cousin—is speculative fiction about the impossible. A proverbial fine line exists between the two genres, a line which often gets crossed. So often, in fact, that we see both genres lumped together under the SFF banner, […]

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The Top Keeps Spinning (Or: How Do I Get There, You Liar?!?: a brief digression about philosophy and logic and the importance of morning routines)

Most days, when I wake up, I know what I’m going to do. I’m usually wrong, of course, because—well, you know, life intervenes. But, during the pandemic, each day became pretty much like the one which preceded it. Here’s my usual routine. I wake up when the sunlight pouring through my west-facing bedroom windows becomes […]

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