I spent part of yesterday helping a friend who has problems with the hydraulic clutch on their ute. My conclusion is that I’ll have to go online and buy a new slave cylinder for him. The seal is shot. Why am I telling you this fascinating piece of trivia that you did not need to... Continue Reading →
When someone speaks of a neo-Nazi the image that springs to my mind is a large angry skinhead with swastika tattoos, possibly beating up Jews in some inner city. I’m a little confused to find that Irene Gallo, the Creative Director at Tor thinks I am one. Do you think I need to change my... Continue Reading →
There is a lot signaling in a writer’s trade. By signaling I mean the kinds of sign which says to someone who might read your book ‘pick me up’ (probably based on the cover) and the next signal (based on the blurb) ‘I’m your kind of book’. Or ‘I am not your kind of book’.... Continue Reading →
I'm in a quandary this morning. My head is already back into the final edits I've been doing for the last week plus on a novel that is very different from anything I've ever done before. I've been alternating between loving the work (on very rare occasions) and hating it enough that I want to... Continue Reading →
Throughout the Hugo fracas something has stood out proud and loud as my son would say. There are a number of authors, and not just those who were supported by Sad Puppies 3 and Rabid Puppies but others as well, who are basically standing up and speaking out against the vitriol that is coming from... Continue Reading →
The Hugos are happening right now. There's already been a (horror!) straight white male winner for best fanzine. Feel free to comment on winners, non-winners, commentary, whatever Hugo-related.
and it's the day after a con. For Dave, it's Conclave Two. He's posted over at Coal-Fired Cuttlefish that he is having to borrow access and a computer. So that may be why we haven't heard from him this morning. Either that or his "con-fusion" is like mine usually is the day after a con... Continue Reading →