It seems like time had just spun around into a big mess, like chewing gum in hair. So, my planned post didn't happen. Of course, I've been beating myself up about this. But then again, these things happen and we all know what happens when writer's start doing their own heads in. (Last week I dressed up all 1920s and watched The Shining for Halloween. That reminded me, 'All work and no play makes Dane go fucking mental.')
I've always loved science-fiction. I can't exactly remember the first sci-fi book I read, probably one of my older brother's Arthur C Clark books or even Z for Zachariah by Robert C O’Brien at school. But I quickly read everything I could find. I've still got my old battered copy of Douglas Adams' Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency and an old hardback version of the first four parts of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy trilogy!