I finished a new short story this evening. Its one of those stories that isn’t so much written as grown. Its been sitting on my desktop for a year. Every so often I add anything from a few lines to an entire paragraph. I think of this as writing by accrual. The story builds up in the same way sedimentary rock forms. Tonight the the story accrued its final layer. Its at the dense, literary and experimental end of my writing style. I am not sure where I will submit it yet.
Went into Waterstone’s yesterday. They have rearranged the store pre-Xmas. A huge stationery section has been added, there are vampire novels everywhere and the sheer number of tawdry celebrity biographies made me feel queasy. If they are setting out to deter customers who actually read books they are succeeding. It all smacks of desperation.
Thrin the gothic fairy shares my feelings about high street book retailers.
Is Gene Wolfe the James Joyce of science fiction?
I’ve been nominated for a Sofanaut award!