Here’s the bottom line. I want to go home. I want out. I want to become a bartender in Barrow Alaska. I want 6 months of darkness and 6 months of light and freezing cold most of the time. I want to own a bookstore in the mountains, maybe in Southern California. I want to sell new and used books with a large selection of Science Fiction and Fantasy. I want to stay at home and write books and movies. And read books and watch movies. And never leave the house again. I want to get a job...

This is a new blog. I’ve been lurking for a while, but haven’t posted an article until today. This blog is dedicated to the fact that I am terrified of speaking out on any topic, because I am afraid that…what? That people will disagree with me? That is virtually a given – people don’t agree on many things. So why do I worry so, and why do I feel the need for acceptance? I am not a fan of conflict. In fact, you might say I have an almost obsessive need to fly under the radar as it were and...