Jo Anderton lives in Sydney with her husband and too many pets. By day she is a mild-mannered marketing coordinator for an Australian book distributor. By night, weekends and lunchtimes she writes science fiction, fantasy and horror. Her short fiction has recently appeared in Light Touch Paper, Stand Clear and Epilogue. Her debut novel, Debris was published by Angry Robot Books in 2011, followed by Suited in 2012. Debris was shortlisted for an Aurealis award and a Ditmar. Joanne won the 2012 Ditmar for Best New Talent. Visit her online at http://joanneanderton.com and on Twitter @joanneanderton
(Or how I learned to stop worrying and love the slipstream)
I used to get annoyed in bookshops. I’d stand in front of the Science Fiction section and complain, loudly, because Fantasy was lumped in there. Fantasy (I’d say, to no one in particular but my own sense of outrage) is not Science Fiction. It is completely separate. It deserves it’s own section. And anyway, it’s so much better than sci-fi, so there.
Why? Because I was a Fantasy Fan, through and through. It’s what I read. It’s all I read. It’s what I wrote. It’s all I wrote. I was obsessed with it, immersed in it, and I was willing and able to defend it from the naysayers and the elitists and the silly bookshop people who thought it was Science Fiction.
Fantasy Fan was a big part of my identity. The only problem? None of those things were actually true. I was just too blind to see it.
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