Reflections on Becoming a Host

How weird is it to experience another intellect? There’s nothing like it. It’s confusing, it’s busy and chaotic and overwhelming. There’s confusion, revulsion, denial, anger. There’s a drive to escape or strike out, but you can’t. It’s under your skin. You can’t run from it, and you can’t hurt it. It just is. It has to be.

Overlook

flowers beside a sidewalk

It was an odd city street: regal, mismatched houses on lots so narrow as to strangle the driveways elbowed in between. Cars packed one side, leaving barely enough room for two-way traffic to careen by. Life teemed everywhere.

Religion in SF/Fantasy

At Confluence this year, I attended a panel on “7 Things Every SF/Fantasy Novel Always Includes,” which was, as partially intended, a good overview of things a speculative fiction novel needs: a fantastical element, solid world-building, history, etc. Mostly, it…