I'm never satisfied, but nonetheless I'm at peace.
If you only care about the links, scroll with abandon. Otherwise: what's good, haven't checked in since July! Naturally it feels like about a year. This summer put me through
There ya go, today's requisite batch of neuroses laid bare.
Hey there. I'm writing on the last day of 2020, so: Happy New Year! What a doozy, right? 2020 was a bad year for my country and the world at
My friend Beau suggested that I reflect on cyberpunk again, do an issue of Exolymph for old time's sake. I've been pondering the prompt for a while now. The internet
Got a few more questions. (If you too have an inquiry burning a hole in your pocket — that's where everyone keeps their inquiries, naturally — send it in.) From leisure to
An exhortation in favor of vim, vigor, and verve.
A members-only update on Sonya Supposedly progress + plans.
More advice — this will be a recurring feature of Sonya Supposedly, I can already tell. Look... what can I say, the bossiness comes naturally! Query me if you wish. Artwork
You find yourself on the brink, the cusp, the verge — frozen at the edge of a sheer cliff, peering over it. How discomfiting, to regard that long fall! And yet
I am pleased to present a short story by Matthew Sweet, published here with the support of Sonya Supposedly members. Matthew recently finished his debut novel, Barker. The prologue is
Reflections on quitting my day job.