Footsteps. Small ones, but loud in the way they silenced the world.The jaguar? Shouldn’t it be quieter?He opened his eyes to an apparition bending down gently by the waters of the cenote. She couldn’t be more than a girl, but no human looked like this. Golden hair surrounded her face and fell in light waves down her shoulders. The one eye he could see held the blue of a summer sky, and her skin was nearly the white of bones.
I live in the Pacific Northwest and balance a technology job, writing, and a mild avocation as a Futurist. I believe that genre writing is some of the most relevant and fun work being done today, and love to support the Clarion West family in any way I can find time for. Loves? My family, our three dogs, and getting outside.
Novels: Building Harlequin's Moon (with Larry Niven), The Silver Ship and the Sea, Reading the Wind, and Wings of Creation. Forthcoming in August, Mayan December.Thirty or forty short stories published.For an online look, try "My Father's Singularity" at Clarkesworld.
I love to explore the many ways the future may make us different, and play with description and character.
I want to finish two short stories, two poems, and finish the revisions on my most recent novel-length work (working title: Post).