It’s a fair question, and my answer involves several sources of joy. The first involves love of the genres. I’ve loved the escapism of speculative fiction since reading Where the Wild Things Are (technically, urban fantasy) as a wee lad in first grade and The Lord of the Rings (high...
Mr. Webster went to an artist and said “I want a picture of a black horse.” The next day a picture of a black horse was on the door of the bar instead of that of the white horse. Soon after the door opened a roan came in and said “There's a mistake on the door of your...
The next day a picture of a black horse was on the door of the bar instead of that of the white horse. Soon after the door opened, a roan came in and said ,“There's a mistake on the door of your bar, and the picture is different from the name.” The man looked, sat down ...
Then he went out of the bar. Mr. Webster went to an artist and said, “I want a picture of a black horse.” The next day a picture of a black horse was on the door of the bar instead of that of the white horse. Soon after the door opened, a roan came in and said ,“...