You may have noticed that I haven’t been around much lately. That’s about to get worse (or better, I suppose, depending on your perspective).
In order to make its August release date, Tor needs the definitive publisher-ready version of Echopraxia by the end of this month. I’m expecting to get editorial feedback Any Day Now; depending on how much my submitted draft sucked, the rewrite may take all or some of the time between now and October 1. And even before said feedback arrives, my hands are full just working on the Notes & References and the Acknowledgments, both of which I’ve barely started.
There’s a bunch of recent stuff I’d love to share my thoughts on: the “brain organoids” recently grown from stem cells, why Elysium doesn’t suck as much as everyone says even though its fundamental economic premise seems internally inconsistent. The potential stand-alone sapience of dismembered octopus arms. (I’ve actually toyed with the idea of writing a short story set in the Eclipse Phase universe, told from the perspective of a single tentacle in an uplifted octopus. I would call him “Tenty”.) Some weird-ass art project I seem to be orbiting, on consciousness and the FOX2P gene. How my recent resignation from the AAAS relates to love letters to the surveillance state penned by various SF authors over the years. (Actually I will be sharing that with some of you; it’s the subject of my next column for Nowa Fantaskyka, and I might drop a brief excerpt onto the ‘crawl over the next week or so. But no promises).
I’d like to go on about all that stuff, but right now I’m just going to make a request to those who’ve helped me in the writing of Echopraxia. Hopefully you know who you are: you sent me a link to some research paper or science blog, you asked me an impertinent question about how female vampires could possibly exist when the genetic prerequisites only exist on the Y chromosome. We argued, online or off, and at some point I said Wow, that’s great. I might use that.
You know who you are. I probably do too, for that matter; I try to keep track of such things. But I’m pretty sure I missed some of you, because I keep having these aha moments when I remember Oh right, thus-and-so pointed me to that paper on metal-eating bacteria. So to be on the safe side: if we’d ever had such an exchange, do remind me— either in the comments or via email— and while I will probably not respond directly, I will take note as I compile my Acknowledgements. Note that such a nudge does not guarantee inclusion— you’re not gonna make the cut if your sole claim to fame is that you slipped those roofies into my drink at Readercon in 2008— but I don’t want to leave anyone deserving off the list. Also, I know some of you only by weird online handles and it would be nice to use the names your actual parents inflicted on you. (On the other hand, if you’re one of those folks who actually appears in the book, you can probably assume you’re already on the list.)
Let me know. And see you in a few weeks.