I accept shameless flattery in all currencies and at all hours of the day. Send compliments, praise and virtual flowers to: firstname.lastname@example.org
(You can leave expensive shoes at my door step, size 38, throughout the day . . . or night).
If you have questions, comments, suggestions, complaints, plans, ideas, opinions, dirty laundry, or the like, call your mother. Her elves will sort it. It’s their job.
Although I bow to the God within you and all that namaste bull-shit, there are certain limits. If you are a small-time publisher and think I might want to write a story for your anthology for free, ask yourself whether you would work for free. If the answer is NO, then you probably don’t want to ask me either.