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November 29, 2004

The devil went down to Whitley Bay.

The instructions in the book for learning how to write were more or less along the lines of 'Go on out there and grab life with both hands. You can't write about it unless you've experienced it.' Since I wanted to write about an Intra-orbital heavy lifting organisation - something like Smit Tak goes to Mars - and play silly buggers with gender identity, the nature of time, scrapyards and heavy plant; I had to make the effort to go on out to a universe where those things existed already. The bugger of it was that it was the sort of place that was a lot more fun than the quiet desperation of the empty cubicle, so going back and writing up my adventures would have to wait a very long time.

Posted by Hirez at November 29, 2004 12:47 PM

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