Sorry about the recent quiet from within the walls. I’ve been editing and writing and thinking about a new cover and…
But I couldn’t let yesterday’s double anniversary go unnoticed.
Three years ago, my first novel, NEITHER HERE NOR THERE, was published by Crooked Cat. Seven years ago, my metastory, called NO MIDDLE, was published online. Here it is:
His eyes lit up. “You’ve made soup. And strawberries. Mmm. What’s the main course?”
“Sorry, I didn’t get round to making a main course.”
“No main course? You wouldn’t write a story like that, with a beginning and an end but no middle.”
When they finally broke in, the smell drew them to the kitchen. On the table, beside two empty soup bowls, lay two dishes of rotting strawberries.
The novel is here.