I guess this is how it should be done, if you’re going to be a science-fiction writer with a blog.
My first visit, and Charlie Stross’s site leaves me feeling utterly inadequate. I’m going to erase my entire blogsite and leave a “So sorry” sign hanging there in its place. Damn.
Here’s another I like: http://joe-haldeman.livejournal.com/191091.html
I like the balance Joe strikes between aiming at an audience that only knows him on the page and the hundreds of people around the world who are his friends.
You’re right–a nicely designed site that works well. I don’t know his writing, so I get more the personal diary side of it, but thanks. Maybe I’ll look at one of his books. “Hard” sci-fi, no?
“THE FOREVER WAR ” is a classic of the genre.
And to be fair, Charlie’s site is one of the most fascinating SF writer blogs around.
Thanks. (You are suggesting I don’t necessarily have to throw myself upon my pen, I’m assuming.) And thanks for the recommendation–I’ll have a look. Cheers
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Jeff Petry
Reminds me of the first time I read Garcia Marquez. …he was to remember that distant day his father took him to discover ice… I knew I could never match that – why try?
Collin Piprell
Pretty enigmatic. I’ve had enough sleep I’m going to interpret that in a positive light. By lunchtime I’ll probably have to change my mind.
Jeff Petry
I felt the same way when Gabriel effortlessly wrote: Many years later, as Colonel Aureliano Buendia stood before the firing squad, he was to remember that distant day when his father took him to discover ice.
So that’s what a real writer can do, I thought, and lay down my pen.
Nothing to do with you, really – just a feeling I had 30 years ago, is all.
Collin Piprell
So I hope you’re picking up your pen again. If Gabriel had read some red-hot literary dude in his early years and done the same, we’d all we the worse for it, no?
“C. Piprell stood condemned and sentenced for his literary crimes, benoosed, awaiting the drop, hoping to enter some better place where hithertofore missing groupies gamboled over lush hill and dale barren of critics and bill collectors, aforementioned groupies pleased to serve him in any way they could, lo and unto the preparation of peanut butter and banana sandwiches on demand.”