You probably know the drill by now, dear reader. It is the first of the month, so I am discarding book 7 like an old belt with no buckle and beginning afresh on book 8, my Sci-Fi opus.
I was provocatively poor at science in school, sitting Standard Grade Physics and Chemistry for no real reason that I can recall (I think most of my friends were doing it) and wishing later that I’d done Biology instead because at that level it seemed to involve a lot of writing, something I am good at, as opposed to learning equations, something I am bad at. For this reason you will not be getting a hard sci fi book out of me, because any attempts to be technical will be about as convincing as John Yates in front of the Select Committee. Furthermore I have the eternal lack of research problem, which always makes avoiding cliches a challenge. Still, I haven’t let it stop me any other month and I shall persevere this time too. Continue reading “Writing Science Fiction”
12 Books in 12 Months 