Say what?

In one of my rare breaks from the keyboard yesterday, I went wandering around the internet in search of inspiration for today's post. I'll be honest. I thought the search would be fruitless. Why? Because so much digital space was being wasted on conspiracy theories about Envelope-gate from the Oscars or more screaming about politics. Then,... Continue Reading →

The illusion of reality.

That’s kind of what fiction is, isn’t it? Only the author gets to say ‘My reality came in a bigger glass! And it was brim-full!’ And if he or she is any good, they make it so, at least for the duration of the book, and, just every now and again, with knock-ons through life.... Continue Reading →

Cultivating words

Spring is springing, and my thoughts inevitably turn to gardens. I'm not planning on putting one in this year, instead I have assigned the design and creation of a garden to my daughter as a school project. I'll give her guidance of course. But most of it is going to be up to her.  I'll... Continue Reading →

Now, With Added Children!

It's not my fault. I have littles, and the littlest little (that'd be Wee-er Than Wee Dave Dave, for those keeping track at home) woke up. That wouldn't sound like an issue, but it's a delay of at least half of a clock rotation. If you dig on analogue. Which I do. And them there's... Continue Reading →

The Inadequacy of Silence

I am an author. I’m not a warrior. Sarah has described me as possibly the most conflict-averse person she knows – and she’s not wrong. I do not like fighting and I do not like starting arguments for the sake of it. There are, however, limits. You see, as someone who knows what it is... Continue Reading →

Fractured Mirrors and the Point of Pain

There are many theories of what makes a good book.  The most prevalent/strongest one in our day is the social justice theory.  No, I don't mean the one propagated by social justice advocates, though they're linked. What I mean is that for a long time, what made a book "good" and gave serious people permission... Continue Reading →

What to do? What to do?

As Dave alluded to yesterday, Sarah threw down the challenge gauntlet over the weekend. She tagged Dave, Kate and myself and "asked" which of us would be the first to fisk the article Dave linked to about publishers hiring "sensitivity readers". Fortunately, Dave beat me to it. However, that doesn't mean I don't have a... Continue Reading →

Sense and Sensitivity

Blame Sarah. She suggested I fisk this As everyone*knows I am a sensitive soul. A virtual princess of sensitivity among the hairy simian kind – yes, I can pee through seven mattresses, that’s how know I’m a sensitive bleedin’ princess, you gormless pile of rancid cormorant fewmets. Look there has to be some measurable test... Continue Reading →

Icebergs

Earlier this week I had the pleasure of dining with several other local Baen authors, as well as Baen editor Jim Minz. It wasn't a business dinner, really. More like, get the gang together (spouses included) to have a good time, with occasional shop talk. At one point during the evening I was struck by... Continue Reading →

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