Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Cloud Atlas.

Copywrong.

The Algorithm.

Black Greeks.

Okay Now.

SpaceX.

Blogging's dead.

Let’s see. The graphic novel got dropped, but might get picked up again by somebody else, and at least I got paid; the first book of the serial’s almost done, though it’s taking longer than was expected; the twitter, the twitter’s been fun, I guess? And I sold a story I wrote almost ten years ago? —At least there’s the blog, right? Right?

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Cæsar wept.

Speedy trans.

Ethics.

Ink in the stomach.

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