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As you may have noticed, I say book 5, The Perfect Host, should be out later this year. I’m deep into writing it, and I am determined to have this finished, edited, and ready this year. After book five, I’m probably going to take a break from the series to write some other stuff. It’s going to mark kind of a good breaking point — a satisfying place for the series to end, but I do have ideas for more books in the series if I want to pick the ball back up again.

And anyone who knows me knows I’m not going to leave characters I like this much alone for long.

Honestly, I genuinely love writing these books. I know it took me longer than normal to get Buried Memories out the door, but overall it’s fun getting into the heads of these characters. I don’t know how many I’ll write in the end, but as long as there are more stories to tell in Parrish Mills, I’m going to keep doing them.

I just want to write some other stuff too.

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As the year comes to an end yet again, I’ve ended up reflecting a lot not just on the last twelve months, but my past in general. Who I am, where I’ve been, and who I’ve brought with me.

When we were down in Milwaukee for Christmas, Crysta and I got dinner with Chris and his partner Sarah. I haven’t seen Chris in years, and it was the first time meeting someone that important in his life. It was nice — and frankly it’s been too long since we got together. Chris is arguably my oldest friend, he was the best man at my wedding, and even though it had been ages since we got together, talking to him always feels like no time has passed. We’re both awful at keeping in touch, so it’s nice to be reminded that the connection we have is still there and easily rekindled.

And we’re both going to try to be better about, like, actually talking to each other.

Coincidentally, I separately ended up in a conversation with another good friend about a person we used to both be close to the other night. I could have sworn that I wrote a blog post about this at some point, but for the life of me I can’t find it. Maybe it was on a social media platform, but it doesn’t matter really. The friend I was talking to the other day was talking about how she wanted to reconnect with this person who is now far removed from both of our lives.

She in part removed him by choice, but me not so much.

This person had been a close creative collaborator with me, and how he chose to make his exit from my life has always been something of a sore spot. My friend wanted to reconnect with him because she missed him though, but apparently he doesn’t want to talk to her.

For like the dumbest, most childish fucking reason I’ve ever heard.

So finally, after learning some more details about what happened between those two, with over fifteen years in the rear view, I’m finally at peace with what happened. Frankly I think I might significantly better off to not have had this person in my life, and maybe I should count my blessings that things ended when they did. Who knows what passive aggressive landmines I narrowly avoided.

There’s also a lesson here I think. If someone is important to you, and they reach out, you’ll answer. Distance and time don’t matter when people decide they want to reconnect, and when both people value a relationship it’s as easy as sitting down together again and sharing a meal.

We have limited time on this planet. My grandmother died earlier this year, and my cousin just a few weeks ago. There is a finite amount of moments we’ll spend with the people we care about, and we should value each one we get to share. If someone doesn’t value making a connection with you, then maybe they weren’t worthy of your time to begin with. I don’t know. It made sense to me at the time.

Oh, and you can go fuck yourself, Matt.

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Fifteen years ago today I wrote a blog post title “We’re Living in a Cyberpunk Novel,” and it was when I had the dawning realization that so much of our world felt like it was ripped straight out of a William Gibson novel. At the time I was looking at the current headlines and the state of technology, and it was really clear the way the world was going.

Well, uh, it got worse?

Like as we bring 2025 to a close, we see less corporate regulation, the attempted dismantlement of our democracy in favor of oligarchy, the weird, broken state of social networking, and the complete digital chaos of the future of the free and open web. Like elections are affected by social manipulation through digital platforms, and billionaires harvest our data through the control of online spaces. Massive amounts of money are being spent on data centers that poison the environment so you can do “research” (and sext) with a supposed “AI” that makes shit up constantly.

And we all use Amazon Prime.

It’s not great. And while when I wrote that original post fifteen years ago these observations felt novel, today they seem obvious and mundane. Like as we are fully immersed in late stage capitalism, it’s hard not to notice how bad things have gotten. And to be fair, since speculative fiction is far more often an observation of the present than a prediction of the future, it’s pretty obvious we didn’t have to go that far to get here. It doesn’t mean I have to like it.

Now obviously we need to fix the structural issues in our society and fight back against the pending environmental apocalypse, but, like, you probably already knew that if you’re reading this. The problem I’m having right now is that we’re stuck in a cyberpunk dystopia and some of y’all are still wearing khakis.

Like if I’m going to be stuck living in a pulp story, we should at least get the cool ass aesthetics to go with it. Like I know I’ve clearly embraced this world in my workspace, but we should be going for it in our homes, our fashion, just everything. Like everyone should be going full weirdo, regardless of what age you are. If we’re all carrying devices that let corporations track our location and listen in on our conversations everywhere, we should at the very least be dressing like it.

I don’t know where I’m going with this. I wanted a space opera future, not a cyberpunk one, but this is the one we’re living in.

Now where’s my god damn flying car.

Also maybe buy my new book Buried Memories, book four in the Mia Graves Saga. It’s queer urban fantasy and not cyberpunk, but you’ll probably still like it.

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