What if you were writing an imaginary world and you suddenly found out it might just be real, that every dog, cat, buzzard and eagle in it had feelings and you were responsible for them all? And for all their eggs and relatives and ecosystems? What if some funny...
It was in Reno a summer or two ago, next to the frozen food wall at one end of a supermarket on a golden afternoon. Best-friend-from-college Jeneane and I were picking up a few items. There he was: Halycon Sage, the hero of my metafictional novels, hub and center of...
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