Life is weird. Last week I was sitting in a chair having needles and lasers shot into my eyes, this week I’m writing the Queue. Every time I get the injections and lasers I’m reminded that my eyesight is a fleeting thing, that eventually I’ll be too blind to write and Queue’s like this (and all of my books) will be just memories of when I could still do it. So I’m a bit wistful today, sitting down to look over your questions, because I know I’ll eventually not be able to anymore.
Still, while I can still see well enough to do it, I might as well do the best I can at it. So here’s the Queue, written by me.