I tried to bring new reading to the readers but you cannot turn back a culture fed on a 40 year old genre, which has nothing at all to do with the subject matter and yet thrives.
The dream which fed and fired a schoolboy's heart has turned to ice, and in the cold reality of writing I have come to realise that as good at telling stories as I am, nobody cares about what I write. Why should I care about writing?
I had my moment of glory when Chronicles won this award, I was going to enter another story for the award this year but perhaps I won't now as I don't feel good about many things.
I have a story in the Merrill Collection Sci-Fi contest, which my editor, Julia, thinks is good, this will be my encore' piece.