No Moods, Ads or Cutesy Fucking Icons (Re-reloaded)

You know what the creators of epic, multiyear-arc television shows need? They need a novelist or two on staff. Or a playwright. Somebody who understands that an epic tale needs to be planned in advance, that plot is not something you work out after you’ve already written 90% of the story, that [...]

There are so many little things I could talk about: another doomed award nom, a couple of nifty academic analyses of Blindsight, even an intriguing new finding of a relationship between hand-washing and buyer’s remorse (no, really — it factors into everything from musical preferences to crucifixions). And I’ll post on at least some [...]

Especially Hit Girl.  Fuck the “family values” splutterers.
That is all.

I’ve noticed something, in all the recent coverage of my travails. It’s pretty much happened without me.
I mean, sure, it’s about me. (Proximately, at least — I’d argue it’s ultimately about something much greater than a minor dust-up between an ageing author and some border-crawling nitwit who apparently lists We Hate Islam and [...]

Another clip show, to clear the decks before I dive back into these gratitudinal e-mails (I’m sending thank-yous to everyone who donated to my legal fund. Even spending 60-90 minutes/day at this task, it’s gonna take forever to get through them all — but if you chipped in, you’ll be hearing from me. [...]

By now you’ve all noticed the termineetah.

She’s the handiwork of a guy called Andrew Chase. You can find other samples of his work over on his website (or cut straight to the cool stuff here and here). We’ve exchanged the occasional e-mail in the past, but I had no idea he built this kind [...]

(Significant plot-related spoilers whited out in deference to spirgins; spoilers about ambience and background, not so much)
A little bit of classic Trek. A bit of Deathworld, a touch of Anne McAffrey’s Dragonriders. At least 50% glorious Roger-Dean-album-cover porn. Strong echoes of The Emerald Forest, a lameass mystical eighties-era John Boorman film about [...]

I was holding off on this but people have been twitting it for a few days — hell, someone even rated it, if I’m reading this right — so here you go.  ActuSF has posted their interview with me, in French and in the original English.  There’s not a whole lot of new stuff there [...]

I’m going to sneak in a few bits of self-aggrandizing tub-thumpery here, in the hopes that the last few postings have mitigated the ‘crawl’s tendency to list to all-about-me.  First, however, a bit of housekeeping:  I’ve just learned that anyone posting comments on this blog is forced to enter their name and e-mail up [...]

You may remember my hearty endorsement of David Nickle’s short-story collection, Monstrous Affections, a while back. You may have dismissed that praise as reflexive pimpage on behalf of a friend (you can tell Dave’s my friend because no character with his name has ever appeared in any of my novels only to be brutally [...]