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I know I tweeted this, but I don't think I elljayed it, so now I will:

There's an interview with me in the November Locus.

It is illustrated with a giant hand grenade. In the interior photo you can see that I am wearing dark blue socks with my sneakers.

Today I am trying to remember what the book I am supposed to be writing is about.

I have some short fiction projects to work on but whenever I command my brain to think about them it goes, "......................."

When your brain goes "....................." it's time to drink some orange juice. This is a fact. I learned it on PBS or maybe in school. I know it wasn't Time for Timer because he's all about eating a cold pork chop for breakfast.

I have a cold and this is the greatest tragedy ever visited upon a member of our species. I am suffering for your sins.

I just finished reading Bernard Cornwell's The Winter King, which is a very nicely done Arthur story. It's the Dark Ages, and even Arthur's noble companions get lice. Arthur so far has remained louse free, but there're two more books in the series, so I haven't lost hope.