I’ve got the cover piece over at Piker Press this week. It’s the third in a series of three stories, starting with Tin Can, followed by Home Burn, and now this one. They evoke (or at least try to) a golden age of SF feeling, from back in the day when flying around in space ships seemed inevitable. In a way it’s nostalgia for something we never even had in the first place. They are simple stories, but I like them. Perhaps you will too.
Muddled Ramblings and Half-Baked Ideas
Words and pictures and stuff
Did anybody manage to catch Visitor 59K9? When I signed on, I was 59,109, so I just missed whoever it was.
Oh, for what it’s worth, visitor 59,010 was an egg friar from Waikiki.