I write fiction. Mostly about queer and trans people and the same messy beautiful business of being alive as the essays, just routed through made-up people who get to do things I can’t. The big one is a novel, Little Black Notebook, and it isn’t out yet. While you wait, here’s some short fiction and the story of how the novel came to be.
- Diner Dad, Driveway Mom – a light fictionalization of why my kid calls me Mutti
- The Client’s New LLM – The names have been changed to protect the guilty, for contractual reasons.
- In Media Res…ish – Some thoughts on writing and picking up where you left off
- The Chemist, The Barista, and the Druid – my first novel, and a whole one you can read right now. A T4T portal fantasy where the title is more or less the plot: the chemist falls for the barista, then gets whisked to another world and the druid. On itch and Kindle, under an old pen name (C. Bas, also me).
What’s coming: Little Black Notebook (2027). A few years past her divorce, Tabitha fills the quiet evenings with tabletop RPGs, writing scenes for her character between sessions, cringing at herself for falling for someone she made up. Except she isn’t made up. Jess is real. The world is real. The woman Tabitha has been falling for is alone in a way she understands too well. But the bond between them is also a door, and something else has come through it. To stay with Jess, Tabitha will have to cross worlds, leave everything, and never come back. Follow me on Ko-fi to know the day it’s out.