In which a Twitter argument forced me to think about my evolving personal definitions of science fiction.
In which I read the Malazan Book of the Fallen as a writer and talk about the things I’ve learned, from handling themes to the tradeoffs of branching storylines to shaved knuckles in the hole.
Saturday. Powercut. I’ve been lying in bed going through the editor’s feedback on the Inhuman Peace (book two of my Commonwealth Empires trilogy).* The feedback for book one and two has has been largely the same: “show us more of this alternate Ceylon!” I had intended the first book to be short, sharp, a setting… Read more Update on the Inhuman Peace (Commonwealth Empires #2)
As a writer, I am powerless. In the face of armies and governments and foreign media corporations with overblown pundits, I am just one beige soul with a keyboard. But I have my words. And while I cannot dispatch these pocket tyrants I can strike at the stories they build. And because we are Homo… Read more The Ricepunk Manifesto
I’ve always admired the translations of Chinese poetry – I’m no expert on the field, but there are two poets named Du Fu and Li Bai that I really like. They were legendary masters from the Great Tang Dynasty, and (if the translations are accurate), they had a phenomenal talent for freezing a moment and… Read more The Poetry Machine