Been working on a fantasy setting which I hope will form the basis of a string of short stories. I know this is a bit of a departure from my previous work, but I needed it.
I kept finding that I was too close to my characters, to their adversity, and it brought me a great deal of distress. I think, as different as fantasy and literary fiction are as genres, the same person can need them both at very different times in their life.
The Universe and Human Stupidity is still in the works. Make no mistake about that. But something else is coming; I’ll just let you know when it has a name.