As a reader
Thought not. Well, I’ll just talk to myself until someone comes along.
I’m Nicolas, or Nick for short.
I am a lifelong fan of speculative fiction, which is a clunky and not very evocative term that encompasses science fiction, fantasy and horror.
From reading fantasy books at boarding school using no more than the tiny little light built into my cheap casio wristwatch, to having to find additional shelving for my science fiction collection after a move because… how many boxes?? … my love affair with speculative fiction has been a constant companion for as long as I can remember.
Calling out favourites is always dangerous as it has a tendency to polarise opinion and limit perspective, but I think I’m on fairly safe ground when I name Iain M. Banks and Ursula Le Guin as the authors who made me realise that these genres, often looked down upon by mainstream fiction and relegated to a corner of the bookstore, next to either the children’s books or the erotica, could actually be used to great effect to make you think, to illustrate moral dilemmas, to bring to life stories in a way that didn’t result in empty flights of fancy, but in real characters, embedded into real narratives.
This requires subtlety, self-control and a strong hand with characters, because when you get to rewrite even the rules of physics, it is all to easy to lose focus on stories that have real relevance to us today, and unfortunately these strengths were missing from much of what I had been reading for pleasure thus far.
So after crashing into The Player of Games, a book that very much opened my eyes, I stopped reading for a while. I stopped because in comparison, I thought that much of what I’d been feeding my brain from this genre was actually rubbish.
That’s what happens when you pick novels off a shelf because of the picture on the cover or the blurb on the back, or worse, the prominence of the position in the bookshop.
A few years and a lot of research later, I was reading Neal Stephenson, Orson Scott Card, Alastair Reynolds to name a cross section of a group populated by many others. I understood that while there’s still an awful lot of filler material out there, satisfying a childlike urge to wander the stars or solve problems with a wand, there’s also a great deal of extremely solid writing that holds its own against the standards of anything in the broader fiction category. These authors are a small selection of what you’ll now find on my shelf (and in the boxes, and in the garage, and under the bed, and in my ereader).
As a writer
When you love a genre in fiction, you inevitably write. Perhaps it’s just in your head to start with, and maybe at the outset you’re only putting together the pieces of narratives read elsewhere in a way that makes you happy. Sooner or later, however, you have story fragments in your head that are wholly yours. They may be naive, their quality may be questionably, but they’re there and they’re persistent.
The best way to get them out is to write them down, but when looked at in the cold light of day, these story fragments aren’t all that great. And they’re just fragments.
So either you stop there or you start rewriting, reorganising, rethinking and generally creating what a more professional writer would call a second draft.
Sooner or later, you have dozens of these unfinished animals sitting in a folder or a hard drive and curiosity gets the better of you. You do a little research and send some in to a few magazines. Then you wait as people you don’t know scan the document and throw it out with the majority of everything that passes their desk.
Here begins the love affair with the rejection letter. Typically short, utterly frustrating, inscrutable and uncommunicative, it’s a long-form version of the word “No” and it provides no explanations. As they pile up, they begin to feel like a rejection of your potential as a writer.
I played this game a few times, and it occurred to me that although I was getting better, I would get better faster if I actually had some feedback on the stories I wrote, so I started sharing with a few select friends. A couple of comments for which I am ever thankful:
- If this were the first pages of a novel available for free on Amazon, I would buy it without hesitation.
- I don’t know why you don’t get this published (about a story that had been rejected by literally every magazine that would consider it).
- It’s obvious you can write. Stop worrying about that. Now you need to find the audience that wants to read this, or change what you’re writing.
This website is a home for my writerly ambitions, hobby, enthusiasm – call it what you like. But if you like what you read, please let me know.
In the meantime, as I wait to find out if a meaningful number of people enjoy what I write, let’s just think of this site as a discreet little storage space for some short stories that you might, maybe, stumble upon. It can remain discreet until the content gains at least a little volume.