When a writer of your own generation notes that he isn’t getting any younger, and you cough politely, draw him aside, and whisper quickly, “Dude. Do what we all do. Drink the blood of a much younger writer under a moonless sky and replenish your youth. You’ll feel right as rain.”
Stant Litore is a novelist. He writes about gladiators on tyrannosaurback, Old Testament prophets battling the hungry dead, geneticists growing biological starships, time-traveling hijabi bisexual defenders of humanity from the future. Explore his fiction here. And here is one of his toolkits for writers, and here’s another book where he nerds out about ancient languages and biblical (mis)translation. Enjoy!