[Title One]
Kosset
[Title One]
Out now
One or two sentences of jacket copy — the premise and the question underneath it, nothing more. Leave the plot alone.
Literary science fiction from the Intermountain West. Novels about consciousness, isolation, and what is left of a person once you take away the things they use to prove they are one.
The Books
Out now
One or two sentences of jacket copy — the premise and the question underneath it, nothing more. Leave the plot alone.
In progress
A longer book than the first, and a darker one. Sign up below and I'll tell you when it has a date.
About
Four in the morning, usually — before the light comes up over the range and the house starts making its noises. By the time most people are awake I've done the only work I trust.
I live in the Intermountain West. The winters here are long and the sky is far too large for the number of people under it, and neither of those facts has stopped being interesting to me. Most of what I know about isolation I learned by choosing it.
My books are about consciousness — what it is, whether it survives being moved, and what remains of a person at the end of a thing like that. They're science fiction in the sense that they're set slightly to the side of this world. They are not about hardware.
I don't publish photographs of myself. It isn't mystique and it isn't a grievance — I'd just rather you came to the books without a face attached to them. The work is the part of me worth meeting.
A note when there's a date, a cover, or a book. Nothing else.