At one time, SF was the place to find the best, most cutting edge and literarily adventurous writing. That has all changed. The current environment is hostile to originality and imagination, favoring 30 volume series that repeat the same book ad nauseam to books that make an effort to challenge the reader. In the current scene the writer is nothing more than a craftsman whose job is to manufacture product, and the major publishing houses push this dreck down the throats of the reading public. If you are ready for something completely different, you have come to the right spot.
My novel has been turned down by approximately 60 different agents and 10 different publishing houses that accept unagented submissions. The gate-keepers, of course, were doing what they are supposed to do: they were rejecting the work of a non-professional. I am glad to say I am not a professional writer. My only goal in writing is to amuse myself. However, having produced a work which in my opinion has some merit, I have made so bold as to publish it independently.
I intend to use this blog to write about some of the works that formed my literary sensibility. Till I can do so, I refer you to the free story I am offering to give you some idea of how writing is (can be?) taught.