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[desperance]

Okay, so the SF story I mentioned is bought for fjm's Glorifying Terrorism anthology. I'm flattered and honoured and actually doubly thrilled, because the cause is so worthwhile; but the degree of pleasure that I genuinely feel - after, let's face it, thirty years of selling stories - is predicated on the genre. I did so desperately want to be an SF writer when I was a teenager, and I gave up trying because I simply didn't have the science, and it's taken me all those thirty years to come back to it. To be honest, I still don't have the science; I call this science fiction because it's dressed in sfnal clothing - orbitals and lightriders and such - but at heart it's fantasy-science rather than true extrapolation. Happily, I don't care; the same definition would embrace half my favourite SF. I'm just going with the label, out and proud. It's the story that counts, anyway: character, theme, narrative, everything that's underneath the clothing. Body and blood. Lots of blood, in this instance. shewhomust was an early reader, and says delicately that it's a story she's glad to have read and wouldn't care to read again any time soon. Fair enough. Myself, I have just reread it, to see if it needed work; and actually what I want to do is take all that sfnal clothing and recycle it into another story. I do tend to find myself thinking in cycles, series, more than stand-alones; this wants to be several short stories and at least one novel, probably a sequence of novels. Hell, I've even got titles. What I haven't got is time to play. When a busy writer dies, in some ways the saddest thing is the list of unwritten books they leave behind them, that no one now will ever write or read. Last time we counted, my own list stood at sixteen titles, novels that I could sit down and start writing tomorrow if someone would commission them. And it only gets longer, never the other thing. Break, heart, I prithee break...

Comments

[wakaba-chan.livejournal.com]

Wow, that's really good news. :D Well done! It's so annoying when you suddenly find yourself with an entire new world to explore but really don't have the time to do anything with it.. and then it gets lost.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Yup. It's not just an argument for immortality, it's a demand; I can't afford to die, whole universes will disappear.

Q: Is there anything more solipsistic than a writer?
A: A cat. Obviously. We only think we've made up a host of other worlds; they know damn well that there is only one world, and it is theirs, and the whole point and purpose of it is focused on that tiny space between their cute & pointy ears...

[wakaba-chan.livejournal.com]

The world will be a better place when the cats have control.

[samarcand.livejournal.com]

It's even more annoying when you've had a chance to sit down with the author, hear about all these stories, really want to read them and know that it's going to be, at best, a long wait.

By the way, Chaz, I'm utterly adoring Bridge of Dreams (again). Bits keep coming back to me that I remember from the MS and I go 'Oh yeah, this is a really good bit.'

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Thanks, hon. I'm glad something survives, that makes it worth a re-read. (You do understand, of course, that a little part of me is now going "Oh? So what's wrong with all the other bits, then?" But it's okay, I'm keeping it crushed.)

[samarcand.livejournal.com]

Well, all the other bits were okay, I s'pose...