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...i don’t know.

Science Fiction/Fanasy is the ever-obvious choice, but although I still enjoy dipping my toes into the water over there, it strikes me all too often these days as decidedly juvenile, pretentious, or worse, unoriginal and dull.
Yick.

I doubt my abilities to write a poignant/fucked-up/excellent novel a la Palahniuk’s Fight Club, Nick Hornby’s High Fidelity or Arthur Golden’s Memoirs of a geisha (notice how they’re all guys? Odd…), but that would certainly be my next choice.

Last on the list is some dry discursive manual on “how to do shit”.