I write like I make love: alone in my bathtub, as I let the fantasy overflow and wash over me.

“A blanket could be used as a smothering agent, sort of like an employee of the …”

“A blanket could be used to sell ice cream to streakers. Well, it could, if thos…”

“It’s my birthday, who could be calling me? Probably my clone, wondering why he …”

“I tried telling him without telling him, through body language, and I observed …”