A Sunday afternoon flashback from 1979 with Douglas Adams, Harry Harrison, Peter Nicholls and Ian Watson, all interviewed by comb-over BBC titan Cliff Michealmoore. It captures SF at a moment: very male (albeit tempered by fantastic facial hair) and with a crisis as to what SF should be. Harrison is absolutely adamant SF should avoid […]
Read more "What Is Science Fiction? (1979)"Our boozer was right next to Leicester Pride festival and so we got into the spirit of things. It was a busy fun day that became a bleary fun night out.
Read more "Pride At The Loaded Dog"In the endless search for elegance some paragraphs, pages, and even chapters, are cut from a draft. Never was this more true than my current draft of The Keep Within. Here’s a bit that, tearfully, got the chop. I present it here instead. It gives a flavour of the TKW. “Larksdale reached his chamber and […]
Read more "King Parewick’s Folly"NEW NOVEL!!! SPRING ‘23!!! Set hundreds of years after the events of Pennyblade, a theatre manager/bastard brother of the king deals with rumours of a very real folktale murderer and a building whose very existence corrupts the minds of those who see or hear about it. Set in the world of Pennyblade, Becken Keep is […]
Read more "NEW FANTASY NOVEL, ‘THE KEEP WITHIN’, Spring ‘23 from Titan Books!"I’m to be leaving my night receptionist job. I do so with much sadness, for you couldn’t ask for a kinder bunch of workmates than at Premier Inn Leicester North West. It’s been a family, truly, and if you ever have need to stay in Leicester you can do no better than LNW. But I’ve […]
Read more "New Pastures"Forgive me posting this kind of thing but it’s still quite new to me and gives intense job satisfaction. Writers are partly paid in the happiness of total strangers.
Read more "Thanks!"Spending a nice morning typing up my great-grand aunt’s poetry from the 1910s-1920s from scanned copies of versions my grandmother typed up on paper in the fifties. I’m learning new words like ‘pendent’ and ‘throstles’.
Read more "My morning"Still going through my obsession with the houses of John Lautner. This one is the Arango residence in Acapulco, Mexico, built for a supermarket tycoon. Lautner had a moment of opulent genius with this one: the upper level doesn’t have a safety wall or rail but a goddamn swimming pool moat!!! It’s just as hard […]
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J.L. Worrad 