The book junky's hungry for a fix...
...walking towards the high street he dreams of the ultimate high...
...a novel that reads like a cross between Mickey Spillane, Jean Paul Sartre & Ray Bradbury...violent, philosophical speculative fiction...mmmm...ye-e-ess...
...he wants his prose hardboiled, ideas deep and the setting, that dystopian future every's always talking about...
...yes, an existential science-fiction thriller...dames, guns, aliens, mind control...James M. Cain meets Albert Camus and Brian Aldiss? He reckons there's probably blurb on some book that claims to fulfill his dream, even though he's never seen one...beware of the blurb...written by friends of the author or hacks hoping to look smart whilst selling a fix upon which their living depends...heh-heh...watch out for them...
Well, he doesn't find it - surprise, surprise...has to make do with a more common kind of fix. But he still dreams...
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Yes, look at that on Facebook...and the numbers are still rising as I write. I show it not to boast, just in bewilderment. You never know what will 'take off'. It's not as if it's The Best Thing I've Done IMO, but then, others may disagree. Someone messages me privately, wondering why he's never seen my work before. That's the internet for you. The gallery without walls...vast...endless...and sometimes someone wanders in and notices what I do. So it goes!
TTFN
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