To say that I felt slightly beseiged when I wrote this
essay would be such a massive understatement that it would border on mockery
of the situation. I was in my first year of studies in the Master’s in Creative
Writing program at Concordia University in Montreal. I was the only science-fiction
writer in my class, taking a prose-writing course in which most of the students
were writing some form of mainstream realistic of magical-realistic fiction.
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