This is a much-belated obituary prompted by another obit in the latest issue of Focus, the British Science Fiction Association’s Writers’ Magazine. Sadly, Dave had passed away last August, which I had completely missed. Whilst I looked for clues about his health on his blog during the last year, I didn’t find the news and presumed he was too ill to continue with his updates (knowing his diagnosis). Nonetheless, he played a very important role in my return to writing fiction, so I wanted to mark this here. You will have seen my review of one of his books, The Girl from a Thousand Fathoms earlier in this blog.
I met Dave at the 2014 World Science Fiction Convention in London. I had managed to get myself into the writers’ workshop at that con, organized by the T-Party writing group. We were supposed to submit a story, and the only one that fit the word length was called Antiques, Artefacts and Anomalies, which was inspired by a visit to the small town in West Yorkshire, UK, where I grew up. The scheme was that the group of four tutors would read our stories in advance and then bring their comments with them to the workshop. I was very fortunate with the four guys who were my tutors. I remember Gareth Powell thought my story was too slow-moving with very little driving it forward in its first few pages. The slow-moving plot was deliberate, but his critique was well-taken. Rick Wilbur liked the beginning but felt it lost impetuous during the story’s development. However, we’ve touched base since at the Dublin Worldcon, and he continues to give encouragement. Martin Owton also had useful comments (and organized the whole session).
Dave Gullen was the only one who actually liked my story, and particularly the characters of the dog and her human. In fact, he said he would be happy to look at a redraft based on his and others’ comments. I duly sent him the revised version, and he was both encouraging and perceptive about my attempts. In fact, he was interested enough in the characters that he also read and reflected on the sequel to this story. I had envisaged a sequence of stories following the letters of the alphabet. So the first was Antiques, Artifacts and Anomalies and its sequel was Barmy Bradford Beck. (I’ve actually lined up two more in the series, but have yet to write them–though I do have a rough idea of the plots). Whilst these stories take place in my small Yorkshire hometown, they are set more than a hundred years hence, after we had reached the stars and alien artefacts had become commonplace. Dave and I corresponded on and off after this initial start, but I never got to meet him again in the flesh after that. I really enjoyed reading both his short fiction and the novel I cited earlier (as well as one of the anthologies he edited). It was really inspiring to see his work appear in some of the most prestigious American magazines. So it was heart-rending to hear of both his diagnosis and prognosis, as I believe he still had many great stories in him. I was so fortunate to meet him early in my renewed writing journey and will be forever grateful for his wise feedback, encouraging words, and friendly demeanor.




