I am struggling with a story. Nothing terribly new in that, except in this case, the struggle is taking place on alien territory.
Bill Schafer, of Subterranean Press, and Gardner Dozois are putting together a tribute anthology to Robert Silverberg. Various authors have been asked to write stories set in one of Bob's universes. The story may or may not use his characters. I chose the short story "Going," a 1973 story about death.
I have been reading Silverberg since I was 15 years old, always with great admiration, but reading an author and writing in his world are two entirely different things. At first I tried to imitate Bob's erudite, cool, insightful prose, a prose that always stands back slightly to observe his complex, erudite, cool characters -- but THAT did not work. So now I am writing my own prose in his world, and finding it difficult. I'm not a natural collaborator, having done it only twice during my career (neither time with stunning results). This is not a collaboration, but it has some elements of one. Usually I write four to eight pages a day; this story is inching along much more slowly.
It's possible I've picked the wrong Silverberg story to borrow. In that case, I will choose a different story. I want to do this. But it's proving a struggle.