The Bengal cats are outraged that I’m making cucumber sandwiches, instead of something sensible like tuna.
Working on Otters In Space is such a strange experience… the prose oscillates wildly between dumb dog jokes and sharp observations about society… and that’s just always been the voice of this series.
Even though I’m the one writing it, it kind of gives me whiplash.
Spaceship log: upgrades are underway! Materials have been requisitioned and will be delivered by several mercenary vessels in a few weeks. Until then, we prepare our ship’s fittings to receive a new anti-gravity chamber and captive singularity.
Putting together a collection of your own short stories is oscillating between, “Woah, I wrote a whole book without realizing it!” and “Wait, a minute, this isn’t a book… it’s just a bunch of my short stories hiding in a trench coat!”
Profound thoughts from the 14-year-old: “I am tired of humanity. I want to be a rat and to bite people.”
After a moment of reflection, they added: “Technically, I can still bite people. But if I don’t want to ruin my relationship with them, I should ask first.”