By Adam Roberts | December 12, 2008
Categories: Short Fiction
Or, more to the point, a week in academia: for it has been the last week of term, hooray. I'm in college again next Monday for the first Royal Holloway Lunar Society meeting, but apart from that it's all over.
What else did I do this week? I undertook the uniquely writerly chore of the signing sheet, in this case: receiving a parcel from Ian MacLeod, opening it to find a couple-hundred signing-sheets for Postscripts 17 (in which I have story, called 'A Prison Term of a Thousand Years', about a man who is sent to prison for a thousand years). Those authors whose surnames are prior to mine in the alphabet had signed their slots; I did the same (sign, new sheet, sign, new sheet, and repeat acouplehundred times). Then I parcelled it all up and sent the whole package on to Al Robertson. Good luck to him.
Less repetitive was going through the copy-edit of another story, 'Noose'. for Allen Ashley's forthcoming collection, Catastrophia. It's an end of the world tale. Catastrophic, indeed; although deliberately built around the original sense of the word, 'turning around'. Or 'aboutwheel'. Or 'switchback'. Or 'roundabout'. I particularly like that last word, actually, as a translation of the term.
Also this week I wrote a poem. Now I rarely like the poetry I write, and it is a source of aggravation to me that I can't seem to write good poems; I wish I understood what was preventing me. Still, practice makes perfect, and I am getting, slowly, better at it. For example I quite like this one: it's about a lizard.No tags for this post.