• My fiction tends to be about non-human entities like uplifted animals or aliens: here’s a mathusian fable starring a sapient mitotic species, with a smidgen of lateral gene transfer related sexual drama.

It tormented her in between the strange discomfort of fission itself, which took her aback. Although her memory reached back multiple generations, Hacheninath did not remember fission itself. It was precisely the nature of fission that made it hard to retain. As she divided physically, thoughts skittered across the surface of her consciousness that were increasingly not hers. Those thoughts were hard to remember them afterwards, like dreams. For as long as she could remember her thoughts had been like neatly interlocking stepping stones. Now there was discord, disagreement. Not the disagreement of two thoughts she was holding together in comparison but true disagreement of minds that could not share a skull.

  • I like thinking of and running social events sometimes, such as conflict improv, where attendees play out preset conflicts with preset strategies. I’ve also compiled a list of nosy personal questions for various intrusive question social games I run at festivals.