Spewed out by the stars, dropped naked and screaming on this tiny, infinitely wondrous, rapidly gyrating, orb-like, multicolored platform that's become home, C. N. Jordyen spends time trying to figure out why? Often with a pen and paper (usually computers these days) through stories, when not herding mostly carnivorous, hairless bipeds, chasing small bright orbs through pseudo manicured gardens, being shackled to various yokes or tilting at rainbows. Which has helped the naked and the screaming, at least a little.
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