I started writing something about zombies, then got bored. So I started writing something about tongue parasites and personality disorders. Then I wandered off once more to work on a bit about the dysfunction of mothers and their daughters. And then I started watching a lot of Star Trek, and somehow ended up writing a coda to The Aquarium/The Octopus’ Lover.
Don’t ask. I wouldn’t know what to tell you in any case.
