Wednesday, December 10, 2003
Bill Schafer called to say he'd read the first ten pages or so of the "Untitled Novella" and loved them. he compared the story to the works of John C. Wright and Alastair Reynolds, neither of whom I've read. Anyway, that bit of encouragement and enthusiasm ought to jog my brain into gear, but it remains unjogged. What makes this especially frustrating is that my first-person narrative assures me that the narrator knows more or less exactly what happens next. She's already lived through it and is writing about events she experienced in her youth. But she ain't tellin' me.