WHEN SPRITE WORDS FLOW

When sprite words flow, I am no longer merely mortal, not even human. I’m everything at once: hard-boiled investigator, femme fatale, dystopian mother, jazz age waterman, steampunk gunslinger, valkyrie, nephilim, cambion, succubus, incubus, vampire, archangel (all the archangels), all the yokai (Itsumade? ITSUMADE!), a detective impersonating another, a baron who is a tree telling stories to a languorous chimera, that same chimera with amnesia, a cat with a funny accent curled up in a box waiting for the rain, a blind ghost quoting Borges (i.e., himself), a man looking for his friend in two different timelines, a brave little synthetic fox, a dragon in a world where dragons help spiders and spiders save dragons, a bug that can dance… all the memories of beings that have only ever been memory.

Or I could just say: 

When sprite words flow, 

I’m no longer merely mortal, 

not even human;

I am a writer.

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