Pannes et autres histoires

I'm an electrician's apprentice in Lyon. Last month I rewired a kitchen in Bron and wrote a short story on the train home about an apartment where all the fuses blew in the wrong order. Both the kitchen and the story came out a bit tangled, but only one of them needed a second visit. I write absurdist fiction because I find reality slightly too much and slightly too little at the same time. The fiction is where I can adjust the dosage. My influences are Queneau and Calvino and a period of two years where I read nothing but early Pratchett, which I don't think is embarrassing. *Exercices de Style* by Queneau is the book I give to people who say they want to write but don't know where to start. Ninety-nine versions of the same story. The argument it makes about voice and form took me a long time to understand and I'm probably still understanding it. I post here because the stories are finished and they need somewhere to go. I'm twenty-four. I have no particular plan.