http://damiengwalter.com/2008/08/25/the-value-of-short-fiction/ Writer of weird fiction, Guardian columnist and writing teacher. Mon, 14 May 2012 13:02:52 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 http://damiengwalter.com/2008/08/25/the-value-of-short-fiction/#comment-357 davidwallacefleming Tue, 19 Jul 2011 05:32:26 +0000 http://damiengwalter.wordpress.com/?p=426#comment-357 Damien, I'm always interested to see people shining a spotlight on short fiction. My personal feeling is that short stories can be economically viable and prosper in the modern world but authors and editors are going to need to play a great deal of catch-up before they can compete with their silent competitors: video games, mp3 music and endless streaming video from online sites like Netflix. It's not hopeless though. Necessity is the mother of invention. Damien, I’m always interested to see people shining a spotlight on short fiction. My personal feeling is that short stories can be economically viable and prosper in the modern world but authors and editors are going to need to play a great deal of catch-up before they can compete with their silent competitors: video games, mp3 music and endless streaming video from online sites like Netflix. It’s not hopeless though. Necessity is the mother of invention.

]]> http://damiengwalter.com/2008/08/25/the-value-of-short-fiction/#comment-356 Maxwell Sun, 05 Oct 2008 21:31:07 +0000 http://damiengwalter.wordpress.com/?p=426#comment-356 I turn on the ignition and roll the car forward. The rain falls at a slight angle because of the gale. I maintain a steady 20 mph. The old man re-appears in the doorway of an abandoned cinema. I can’t tell if he’s looking at me or the car or something on the other side of the street. I glance over; there is an old dog wagging it’s sopping tail, flicking rain behind it like a sprinkler. I see the man throw it something. The dog disappears out of view as I tap the indicator and pull the car around a corner. I turn on the ignition and roll the car forward. The rain falls at a slight angle because of the gale. I maintain a steady 20 mph. The old man re-appears in the doorway of an abandoned cinema. I can’t tell if he’s looking at me or the car or something on the other side of the street. I glance over; there is an old dog wagging it’s sopping tail, flicking rain behind it like a sprinkler. I see the man throw it something. The dog disappears out of view as I tap the indicator and pull the car around a corner.

]]> http://damiengwalter.com/2008/08/25/the-value-of-short-fiction/#comment-355 Matt’s Bookosphere 8/25/08 « Enter the Octopus Tue, 26 Aug 2008 03:19:38 +0000 http://damiengwalter.wordpress.com/?p=426#comment-355 [...] The value of short fiction [...] [...] The value of short fiction [...]

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