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I’m not an idiot. I don’t leave the house without at least one set of juiced-up double-As, two if I remember when I’m putting my purse together. A minute is enough time for a spell to fall apart, and if you think you can find a bodega and buy a pack of batteries and swap them in and get your tape running again in less than five, you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.
And that Saturday I’d been so good! I’d been a real responsibility champion, one set in my bag and another in the pocket of my coat, just in case I was mugged, though come to think of it a mugger would probably be enough of an asshole to take my walkman, too, so I’d be in kind of a tight spot either way.
Anyway I’m not an idiot, but I can’t really pay attention to more than a couple of things at once, either. I’ve got no problem with keeping one ear open to make sure the cloak Song’s running while I’m on the train or at the store or you know . . . doing normal things like an adult is supposed to. I can leave my apartment, I’m not one of those people.
But sometimes it’s three or four things. Sometimes a punk-ass kid wants to haggle with you over an unopened ten-pack of Type Two BASF Chrome Maximas and you’re on the phone with your goddamn choir director and your walkman runs down while both your earbuds are out. And you don’t notice right away. And then the Noise comes swooping down on you like a summer storm, and you’ve got problems a whole truckload of responsibility batteries isn’t gonna fish you out of.
— From Noise Pollution, on Strange Horizons
|What I Write||
I write for both comics and prose — SF and Fantasty most of the time, although my recent professional work has been non-fiction.
(For simplicity, I’ll only list my prose publications.)
Noise Pollution — Strange Horizons, 2015
King Tide — Terraform, 2014
Push Me to Sea — Fight Like a Girl, 2013
Off Nominal — The Ships We Sail, 2012
– Write a minimum of 300 words a day
I have literally no idea what to expect!