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Words are inadequate (the poor craftsman curses his tools) to describe the beauty of our coasts, but words are what I have available.
    --John M. Ford, "Chromatic Aberration"

Tucker McKinnon lives in a wooden house in a glass city. He writes fantasy and science fiction and plays the viola. Cats think he's hilarious. He is a graduate of Viable Paradise XV.

He can be reached by email at tucker at words are inadequate dot com, or on Mastodon at jazzfish at wandering dot shop. Or by leaving a comment in any entry here.

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McKinnon was my maternal great-grandmother's maiden name; I figure I've used my paternal great-grandfather's name about long enough. Tucker was what the cute girl a year older than me thought my name was the first week of high school, and it kind of stuck.

Only in silence the word,
only in dark the light,
only in dying life:
bright the hawk's flight
on the empty sky.
    --Ursula K. Le Guin, "The Creation of Éa"

The title/subtitle combo is from "Chromatic Aberration" by the transcendent John M. Ford (RIP), who also wrote:

It is in the mystery of priests to muddy what they say,
In the speech of statesmen to prove things their way,
In the way of engineers to twist nature's forces,
It is in the nature of poets to misuse their sources.

Sometimes things hit you just right, you know?

I'm told I'm difficult to buy things for. I provide this list as a public service.

Contact info: friends-locked in this journal's sticky entry, and updated as necessary. I suppose DW Abuse is welcome to read & use it if there's an emergency but I can't think of what that would be.

Reviews of books and such: check the medialog tag.

I am the cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.
--Rudyard Kipling, "The Cat Who Walked By Himself"