Pray that there's intelligent life somewhere out in space, because there's bugger-all down here on Earth.

I'm just here to write.

"Gold for the merchant, silver for the maid / Copper for the craftsman, cunning in his trade / 'Good', laughed the Baron, sitting in his hall / But iron - cold iron - shall be the master of them all."

I live on a farm of plotbunnies.

Still tired. Still writing. Patreon

Out at sea, rockin' steam dreams and pilot valves... Deuces.

BACK FROM THE DEAD!