Tidbits of Writing, Sandwiches, and Wishing to Be a Rat

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. Continue reading “Tidbits of Writing, Sandwiches, and Wishing to Be a Rat”

Late Night Thoughts, Dreams, and Stories

Spouse: *trying to sleep*

Me: “So, if we got an ant farm, we could get a whole lotta new pets all at once.”


I dreamed I was a panelist at a convention again, but instead of speaking, we had to communicate by arranging alphabet- and pictographically-shaped croissants. Continue reading “Late Night Thoughts, Dreams, and Stories”