I not only attempt to write fiction, I have, over the years, written a lot of fiction. My fiction ranges from the conversations between God and an Elephant, to the account of a sociopath serial killer, to the diary of Franz Kafka, to NATO military intrigue. In many ways I think I’ve covered the bases. See a stone, and I turn it over.
But I admit being stopped in my tracks by this Daily Mail Facebook NewsFeed.
I confess, I could not make this stuff up.
And performed a sex act on one while he was wearing a gas mask.
I don’t know if this is the eternal question of authors (maybe that question is ‘what do editors want?’) but there is a lot of worthwhile information here. And I’m guessing agents in America want what their British counterparts want. More or less.
Last weekend’s first Kent Festival of Writing, organised with WhitLit, offered a full day of workshops about different aspects of writing, from Julie Cohen’s on plotting with Pixar and building a character from a coin toss, to mine on the perils of editing. (I’ll blog more about that soon.) The day culminated in a panel with […]