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01/23/25: dog men re-release

My first novel Dog Men is available on Amazon after being out of print for about 18 months.

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BUY THE PAPERBACK!

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Only on amazon right now, but it should be orderable through bookstores shortly. I'll update this post when it is.
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Chris has burned every bridge—but that’s okay. He’s fine on his own. A born survivor, all he needs is his hammock, his ax, a little food, and his trusty Toyota Tercel.

In the remote Canadian wilderness, he finds serenity: a life of simple pleasures and invigorating hardship. But his solitary peace is shattered when a chance encounter at a highway rest stop sets off a chain of events that will erupt into an inferno of senseless violence.

12/23/25: at war with the homework doers

The problems with fantasy and science fiction right now are the problems of publishing in general. There are two aspects, and both intertwine material/capital and cultural problems....continue reading

11/27/25: toilet: refuge & risk

After yesterday's blogpost about CJ Cherryh's novel Rimrunners, I am once again thinking about one of my favourite subjects: CJ Cherryh on the toilet. Please bear with me. I don't mean "on the toilet" as in sitting on it, I mean like her perspective on the toilet. Please bear with me. I don't mean her perspective like what she sees when she's on the toilet I mean like...Please bear with me.

11/26/25: rimrunners

Thinking a lot about CJ Cherryh's novel Rimrunners lately. When I was in my late 20s, I got back into science fiction in a big way and I initially started buying books based on covers. I looked in little free libraries and thrift stores for the craziest, tackiest, most psychedelic, trashiest covers I could find. I read a lot of duds this way because a lot of sf is given a lurid cover to hide very staid, conservative storytelling. But I also found some legit gems this way. One of those was Rimrunners...continue reading