It’s lurking on the threshold. It’s ugly, gloomy and rather surreal – and it has its eyes on my poor spare time and my spare creativity. It is, once again, an idea – for a novel. I have survived many encounters with its kind, letting none reach maturity so far… but this is a dangerous one, I can tell you. It has plot, sublpots, protagonists, you name it. And it wants to enter our world, through my head, using my fingers to create a… body, a simulacrum for itself.
Fortunately there’s my yet-to-be-finished short story collection. That
might should stop it. For a while, at least.