Here’s a secret: fictive text doesn’t necessarily flow easily. Most of the time it’s more like cutting a highway through a mountain. You just have to keep working with your pick, chipping away at the rock, making slow progress.
But one must go where one’s road leads, even when it’s a distressing road.
SF is the literature of the theoretically possible, and F is the literature of the impossible.
Obviously it could be, because it was.
I think it’s a shame that something as creative and vital to the nature of the human species as story-telling is largely controlled by the soulless cretins known as publishers.
Happy children do not seem to grow up to be writers.
For our stories are not yet finished, and perhaps will never be.
All things make sense; you just have to fathom how they make sense.
But I don’t read or listen for pleasure. I have too much else to do.
Information is power. – Humfrey.
Every person professes to love good and hate evil, but in his actions his real preferences emerges.
A horse is wonderful by definition.
I hope to read a Harry Potter novel soon, to see what it’s all about. I admit to being annoyed that many good light fantasy writers have had trouble getting published, in England and elsewhere, when it is obvious the readers were waiting for us all along.
Adults had the notion that juveniles needed to suffer. Only when they had suffered enough to wipe out most of their naturally joyous spirits and innocence were they staid enough to be considered mature. An adult was essentially a broken-down child.
Normally I work out a general summary of what I mean to do, then start writing, and the details can be different from my anticipation. So there is considerable flow, but always within channels.
No novel is a clone of any preceding one, though with a background cast of characters and things that has grown to thousands, there are many familiar aspects.
I don’t want ever to be guilty of what my critics claim: doing formula without original elements.
Have a working spouse, because you won’t earn a living from writing – not at first, if ever. My wife worked for years to support us.
That most dangerous of opponents: the one who took pains to comprehend the position of his adversary.
Be what you are; it is better that way. – Dolph.