Author Archive: Sarah Hoyt

YOU’D BETTER LEARN TO SWIM, OR YOU’LL SINK LIKE A STONE: For the times, they are achanging. The Shift.

OKAY, ALL RIGHT, MY FRIENDS ARE WEIRD: Desperately Seeking Tentacles. (No, that’s not what it sounds like,but I found it funny.)

IN THE EMAIL FROM J. M. NEY-GRIMM: The Tally Master.

WHAT IF THEY GAVE A DOOMSDAY AND NOBODY CAME? Climate Scientists Move Global Meltdown from 2018 to 2168. You’d think they’d have learned the trick from science fiction writers: make your predictions happen after you’re safely dead.  But at least they’re now catching up.