A happy discovery.
I’ve just about finished yet another edit of Spawn of Kongomato in time for christmas. Wondering what I should do before returning to the first of the next edit of the three books I foolishly began at the same time, I happened upon an old floppy disc the other day, (not a three and a half inch but a five and a quarter inch version) and to my pleasure, discovered a book wot I rit about twenty years ago.
It’s complete rubbish of course but the premise behind the book still excites me just as much as it did when I wrote it, and the fact that I spent over a month researching the technical details has made me decide to write it again.
I’m getting bored with SF but so enjoyed The book of Pain that this will be a good way of writing something else.
Stand by for blood and guts with the only sex scene I ever wrote. I’ll probably trash it this time since they embarass me, and if they do that to me, the writer, I wonder how any reader will react.
It’s called flashback. Can’t wait.