Valentine’s Day means it’s my birthday. I am now forty-two and thus omniscient. All answers are mine. (Any minute now…no?)
And I celebrated by uploading a new short story. As always, this makes me nervous, but this time I’m especially so, because it’s a story about time travel.
In other words, there’s plenty of room for logical loops and philosophical car crashes. The story was sparked by a news piece, which often makes for lots of inspiration and furious typing, but not necessarily great abundances of logic.
So now I have my fingers crossed and seek comfort in my birthday cake.