As a kid I breathed science-fiction. My
reading wasn’t very broad, being limited by the selection of the school
library, but it wasn’t bad. I memorized Asimov and Clarke and did a bit
of Heinlein. As a young adult I branched out much more and got into PKD
and Orson Scott Card and so on. During my early teens I wrote several
stories that were published in magazines now almost all out of print. Then I
stopped.
I gradually realized that this hiatus in my writing was slowly embalming my soul and I am stirring now to reverse the atrophy.
Some stories I will post whole here. For others, I will post excerpts and a link to the full version.
I gradually realized that this hiatus in my writing was slowly embalming my soul and I am stirring now to reverse the atrophy.
Some stories I will post whole here. For others, I will post excerpts and a link to the full version.
