THE JAMIE

Point is, no gender, too much gender, whatever doesn’t matter. I feel feminine, and I feel masculine, and I feel nothing at all.

And my name didn’t reflect that.

So I’m… Jamie? I like it, it feels good. Call me Jay, or Jamie, or whatever.

I’ll probably still publish as Rick Tamon, though.

But the show must go on, so this is replacing my pinned.

I write a lot of books, nine actually. Naming them is exhausting, so I’m not going to, but what I’m actively working on will be pretty obvious.

Thank you all for being here, and I’m glad to be back.

Short stories master posts:

ARCHFELL a fun little story about an investigation into an unknown experiment (ongoing)

“Yeah, but I guess I just don’t understand why it’s not like an anchor, just something you throw over the side?”

“Almost done.” The man was taller than most, though everyone towered over Priya’s three inch frame since the towers closed. “Keep your wings still.”

She was having a harder time than usual with that, most days people didn’t even seem to see her, besides the usual hunter. But today he did, and was touching her wings with a gentleness that almost seemed to tickle.

“You’re quite gentle for a man they call The Wolf,” Priya said softly, trying to calm herself. Typically those who saw her wanted her in a cage, but the Wolf had shown no interest in doing such a thing, only in repairing her.