Processing...

Reflecting back on Space Junk a little over a year after publishing, I still feel good about it. It's the first thing I've written that I've been 99% happy with. But at this point, the book feels like its own entity, entirely separate from me. It reminds me of that Carl Jung quote, "People don't have ideas. Ideas have people." It really feels that way, like ideas have a will of their own. In my experience, finding them is a matter of being receptive, and being more receptive is a matter of practice. Writing fiction then is the process of translating those ideas in a coherent and hopefully satisfying way. That's how I sometimes see it, anyway. Experiences may vary.