Recently it occurred to me that as I spent the greater part of last year writing both the upcoming Exitium as well as a detective novel I’m not going to talk about, I wrote a lot of short fiction. Just to give my mind a rest, you understand.
“Writing as a break from writing? What kind of shit is that?”
I know. I make no apologies, though. I write like 2Pac when Suge Knight bailed him out and he headed straight to to the studio to lay down tracks. That’s the level of self-imposed urgency I’m working with, here. If I’m not writing, I feel like I’m squandering precious time, so I generally do it nonstop.
As a result, I’ve got all of these random, homeless stories floating around which, as it turns out upon re-reading them, are pretty good! There are enough of them, too, that I can easily justify compiling them into an anthology.
These “slices” are all filtered through my evolving perceptions of the world around me during perhaps the most turbulent year humanity has faced in over a century.
I’ve listened a lot. I’ve watched a lot. I’ve learned a lot about how humans behave when push comes to shove. My preconceptions have all been shattered, and I’ve changed.
Here, then, is a glimpse into that process.
All of them have been posted to my blog, and they’re going bye bye, but if you’ve read them already, don’t bother with this. If you haven’t, Slices will be available very soon.