I’ve been writing a lot lately. Did a major revision – this was, in fact, the hardest I’ve ever done, it really was hack and move – on my first contact novel.
I’ve mentioned about “real litrachur” being heavily a “slice of life”, and too many people that I, at least, don’t want to know or spend time with.
But… a few months ago, I wrote a story – consider downloading someone *else’s* mind, voluntarily, to make the world gone, without the problem of committing suicide.
Well, nearly done with Great Gatsby, I came up with another story in that mind-downloading universe. This is actually one that Maria, one of my beta readers, was pleading for – it’s about someone whose mind is overwritten, involuntarily. (“We arrested him, beat him, tried him, and found him guilty”) before it all starts.
We’ll see how this one goes.