“I do not wish to play at riddles,” Éowyn said. She slammed her fist on the edge of the wide, bowl-like studio chair. “Speak plainer!” “I think someone’s a little nervous,” Caesar Flickerman said. He was a clownish man, wearing an odd motley of Panem-make, a patterned, shiny purple and…

I can only speak from personal experience, but hell yes, worldbuilding does make one a god. Kind of. All the gods I’ve ever met are considered divine because they create universes and fill them with worlds of self-sustaining, evolving life. …

Once upon a time, I was an art and theater student at VCU in Richmond, Virginia. Black leather mini skirts were popular. Long-legged coeds were plentiful. I consumed little that was not liquid or smoke. A pack of camels was less than two dollars, a pitcher of beer less than…

I was bullied a lot as a boy. It sucked. My parents found about one particular case in middle school. They told me the same stupid shit I tell my kid when he gets bullied, because it breaks our hearts to know we can’t help, that our intervention in all…