Here’s the first thing in my current WiP, “Dried Flowers”:
Dedicated to my dad, JJ, the way I want to remember him.
He introduced me to some of my favourite authors, mostly by forgetting to send back the “no I don’t want the Selection of the Month” card to the Science Fiction Book ClubThis is how I first encountered, among others, Michael Swanwick and William Gibson..
And the final thing in “Dried Flowers” (don’t worry, it’s not a spoiler; just a post-text epigraphPostgraph?):
I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.—Jorge Luis Borges
…and now, back to writin’.