“The first first fiction I ever wrote was this sentence: “Seated in the darkened screening room, Hollingsworth came to understand the targeted numerals of the Academy leader as hypnagogic sigils preceding the dreamstate of film.” […] This is a perfect clinical example of the new writer having failed to even begin to digest an influence, and I could never making it go any further […] I think I worked on that sentence for a year or more. Long enough to never have forgotten it. I think I may have eventually decided that I should regard it as complete in itself.”
—William Gibson has been answering questions on his blog lately, and almost everything he says is awesome.
adamantine
Month
