Our arts, our occupations, our marriages, our religion, we have not chosen, but society has chosen for us. We are parlour soldiers. We shun the rugged battle of fate, where strength is born. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
As I’ve said on recent Galley Table podcasts (available at flyingislandpress.com/flagship), I made a committment to bring a completed manuscript to Balticon next year. And failure would mean… DIRE CONSEQUENCES. This is a scary thing. On many levels.