Is literary fiction dead?
Callum Sharp

It’s easy for me to say. I’m seventy one. I’ve made it through financially, and now have social security.

I’m finally publishing (on here, for starters) a novel (actually, a series of novels) that I started thirty years ago. I began writing in what is now book three, and wrote backwards. Not a cent have I seen, or expect to see. And I don’t care, I’ve had such fun with it.

Anyone who writes with a payoff in mind is a fool. Write what you have to write. Write for yourself. I have no sympathy for any other point of view.

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