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Spare Parts For Spaceships
Sometimes you really can travel back in time. Right now I have one foot in the early noughties, toes wriggling in the grass of then, sensing the earth and air of that place in the past where was written the first 14k words of a science-fiction extravaganza the title of which resides above. That it's lain idle this long is no mystery: I lost interest in the genre. Why? I'm not entirely sure. Perhaps I read one too many average sci-fi novels. Perhaps I felt the need (as agents and publishers would tell me) to write something else. That's else, a peculiar word that doesn't necessarily mean different. Different is bad in agent/publisher speak. Else generally means marketable. But I've worn out that record...
Spare Parts For Spaceships is the 'space and time' of Skidmore Shuffledeck, galactic mechanic. And my other foot is firmly in the now. The struggle is to bring my heels together without a) anyone noticing the narrative gorge, and b) crushing my balls.
Not having written anything since last year I must say having something other than quiet desperation occupying my imagination is a relief. A book fills that subconscious space otherwise given over to pernicious mindfruit and self-devouring insightfulness into the human condition best not shared with the world at large, which, facilitated by the internet, tends to present itself, despite your best intentions, as piss on shoes.
So, you're asking, how's it going? When might we see this novel of which you speak? Well, I've added roughly 1000 words. More importantly I've tuned in to the when and made subtle adjustments, which hopefully will result in a new now. And a way forward. And a book that finally breaches 100k words, with room for more.
Skidmore Shuffledeck, bespectacled, stoic, non-violent and - almost - unkillable.
Out 2014!
In the meantime there's 10k on Smashwords as a free download. Or 99c will get you a whole Armwrestling the Dead. Sci-fi in mutant form, by me.
Spare Parts For Spaceships is the 'space and time' of Skidmore Shuffledeck, galactic mechanic. And my other foot is firmly in the now. The struggle is to bring my heels together without a) anyone noticing the narrative gorge, and b) crushing my balls.
Not having written anything since last year I must say having something other than quiet desperation occupying my imagination is a relief. A book fills that subconscious space otherwise given over to pernicious mindfruit and self-devouring insightfulness into the human condition best not shared with the world at large, which, facilitated by the internet, tends to present itself, despite your best intentions, as piss on shoes.
So, you're asking, how's it going? When might we see this novel of which you speak? Well, I've added roughly 1000 words. More importantly I've tuned in to the when and made subtle adjustments, which hopefully will result in a new now. And a way forward. And a book that finally breaches 100k words, with room for more.
Skidmore Shuffledeck, bespectacled, stoic, non-violent and - almost - unkillable.
Out 2014!
In the meantime there's 10k on Smashwords as a free download. Or 99c will get you a whole Armwrestling the Dead. Sci-fi in mutant form, by me.
Words Are the Gravy On the Mashed Potato of Life
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