In a crumpled telegram from the outback, G.L. Sandbone sent:

    What all this means is that rarely, I believe, is a good work of
fiction the result of a single person working in isolation throughout
the entire development cycle.  (Maybe Joe Palmer could be excluded.  I
figure the guy locks himself in a room.

No, I usualy write on my Psion 3a wherever I am, when I have a few
moments to look at a story. All of "A Conversation with Nabiki" was
written exactly where it said in the story. I even used to take it
into the head at work to review a story while I was, shall we say...
multitasking.

A magic fairy comes down and
whaps him over the head with a bap-stick sized wand and out pops
another 'color' or 'season'. 

Yeah, right. I started Orange in October of last year and probably
re-wrote the love scene fifty or a hundred times in the two months
before I released it. I write 'stone fences', in that I will re-arrange
words in a sentance over and over untill it exactly has the effect I
want. Sometimes I need an hour to find just the right words to say 
everything but no more than I want to say. No Magic Fairys.

In any case, a work of art.
Genius works in odd ways, I guess.)  

I'm _really_ uncomfortable with your use of the "G" word.
I'm _really_ used to being called "odd" though, so that's comforting.

J.

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