What can I say about “Adventures Across The Third Dimension!“? …Just: man. I wish.
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What can I say about “Adventures Across The Third Dimension!“? …Just: man. I wish.
Hey, look! A Patreon button! :Big smile:
“Division of Labor” would be longer, except that I pretty much have nothing more to say about it. …Nope, still got nothing more to say about it. Just one of those things, I reckon.
I feel that “Dancing With Myself” addresses a particular social awkwardness in time travel that is not often addressed. What is it? Read it, and see.
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I may, someday, turn “Jurisdiction” into a larger story. Or maybe even a book. There’s a book in this concept, I’m sure of it.
Yup, I crashed-and-napped this afternoon. It happens. anyway, ‘Psychopath‘ is subtly horrifying, I think. I mean, really, there’s no good interpretation there, is there?
I tried to imagine in ‘Birthday‘ how this sort of thing might actually go. After all, everybody knows the value of a first impression, right? And politeness costs a man nothing. And any other number of cliches, really.
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“Mindful of Him” is one where I tried to pack a bit more into it. I think that it works, but these are my babies, so I think that they all work. More or less.
“Middle Kingdom” is a scene from a television miniseries that I will almost certainly never make. And it’s not a question of opportunity: I’d need reliable time travel in order to have the money and connections in order to properly make it. But that’s OK. I’m not exactly sure why it’s OK, but it is.
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The title “Damn it Feels Good To Be A Sorcera” may be a little forced, here. But I wanted to go with something that might properly suggest that the protagonist could be, from a certain point of view, considered to be a bit of a jerk. I think that it succeeds there, at least.
“Laundry Day… OF DOOM” is not autobiographical. In spite of what every single woman in my life, ever, might tell you. LIES! ALL LIES!