Oh, what the harsh light of reason hath wrought:

Harsh, but true:

Hollywood has done something even more depressing: It's revealed the "Chronicles of Narnia" books to be what they actually are: a rather lean slice of delightfully wrought but fairly simpleminded, largely hobbled fantasy for the imagination-deprived single-digit set.

You want to have bad dreams? Read Lewis's The Great Divorce and Ted Chiang's Hell is the Absence of God back to back and realize that both Lewis and Chiang are telling the exact same story.

Really.

Should I? Dare I? Will anyone even notice?

Okay, dear readers, put this one on your calenders: on January 25th, I'll be releasing the third Misuko & Linia story, Honest Questions, since the "Honesty Trilogy" is more or less done. (Yeah, more lesbians, more robots, and more lesbian robots, but this time with AI sex & religion, riffs on bad Star Trek themes, sci-fi costume budgets, and what passes for characterization in anime. All that and strap-on-tools!)

After that, a side story in which they play supporting character roles called One Fragile Dream will come out some time in mid-February.

I just realized: the Honesty series is 57,855 words long. Not that it'll win a Hugo, but according to the rules, that's a novel-length work! Zoot!