The victim of a dark destiny, I whirl through life with a set of shaky assumptions and a mug of rapidly-cooling java. Bewildered, scattered, querulous (some say curmudgeonly), I nonetheless attempt to entertain and inform. Someday, my alien masters will return for me; meanwhile, I polish my irony skills and sustain myself on squirrels, carrots, and coffee.
I am supervised at home by two cats, Rocket and Meep.
My books are speculative fiction, some YA and middle-grade, all excellent.
I believe in the Oxford comma, as do all right-thinking people. One space between sentences.
In addition to being a most excellent writer, I manage the map of Free Little Art Galleries.
