The Writer as Nomad
Not long ago, I was asked to write an introduction to a second collection of my short fiction. Unable to think of anything to say about the stories themselves, I ended up writing about how, for years, even after the publication of a few stories, I couldn’t really acknowledge that I was a writer at all. Left unwritten was the explanation of why I felt that way. Like the well-bred hostess of a dinner party, I did not want to invite readers to meet my guests, the stories, while bombarding them with too much unsuitable talk. I joked a little, made a few darker remarks, and left a lot of things unsaid.
KeywordsScience Fiction Hunting Ground Woman Writer Fiction Story Dinner Party
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