I’ve spent most of today at Panera trying to write my article on Speculative Fiction for the upcoming Encyclopedia of Twentieth-Century American Fiction. My due date is September 1, but I got an extension to October 1 due to my recent setback.
My job is to write 3000 words that defines SpecFic within the context of American Literature. Easy? Nope. Anytime I begin to think critically about genre, genre tends to sink. Genre is a ship full of small holes. Still, it’s an interesting experiment, and I’m having fun getting back in to the history of science fiction.
I’m actually surprised I’m getting anything at all done today. After the cocktail party last night (Dr. Bell’s annual soirée for the faculty), I went downtown with Dan, Shawn, and Creighton. We played pool, drank, chatted, drank, listened to music, and drank. Did I mention the drinking? Yeah, it’s a bit hazy today, and no, I’m not talking about the lingering effects of Tropical Storm Fay. However, the continual gray rainfall outside mirrors the one in my head.
Still, I must write.
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