You might hear me talk about mind-sharing scientists or bad at adulting exorcists or zombie bakers-in-training. I keep a folder of Tumblr posts where someone comments, “Somebody write this!” If I actually kept as many stories on the stovetop as I have tagged “simmering,” my gas bill would be ridiculous, and my kitchen would eventually catch fire. I love weird stories and I love daydreaming about what oddness could be going on in the middle of what otherwise seems like a normal day.