No, I do not fear pies. My fear is of what the robot will do to reach me. Its programming is cold, inflexible, and its calculations cruel. If people stand in its way, if they act to impede its progress – or, God forbid, attack it…
My arms are leaves. My heart is a severed stem. My eyes are yellow fornices. I am the Forget-Me-Not god.
“Y’know what?” I told the narrator. “No. Just…seriously. I’m tired tonight. It’s been an eight-hour shift and I had to work the cash through my lunch break because Peter decided to just not show up today.”
I want to get into talking about your 2018 release, Crestfallen, but first could you tell readers a bit about yourself, including when and how you got into writing? Oh boy… writing was actually the first thing I loved doing as a child, but it wasn’t something that I considered Read more…