are still not over. And, don’t mean to fake like it was the first book to pretend to be a novelization of a film (well, trilogy) that never happened—think Lem beat us all to that, somewhat, and I’m halfway remembering Coover having done something in that arena—but, glad to see it’s still going on:

Wending my way through my school’s book-ordering stuff, and I thought, Wait, wonder if I’m in here. Turns out I am. Or, I was, eight years ago. I remember that year, too. I was wondering if I’d ever have another book out. Never really thought I’d have fifteen or sixteen out. Cool. Here’s to eight more crazy and unlikely years.

is the author of 22 or 23 books, 250+ stories, and all this stuff here. He lives in Boulder, Colorado, and has a few broken-down old trucks, one PhD, and way too many boots