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Archive for September, 2009

Progress Report, in which I return from Hollywood

Yeah, I know, I know:  I got back from Hollywood weeks ago.  But for various reasons, some of which I still don’t quite understand, the post-WotF adjustment took me much longer than I thought it would.

Anyway, yesterday, I finally banged out some new verbiage on Wet Work.  And here’s the long-delayed return of Magic Meter to make it official:

Now then, where was I?  Oh, yeah–up to my neck in the murky waters of my second act, which, in case you were wondering, are still pretty murky.  Par for the course.

Write Club update:  Personal note from Apex.  Response time, 23 days.

‘Scuse me while I slide out the door . . .

In which someone says something nice about my work

I’ve been hesitant to post this, but I just can’t resist . . .

A gentleman who attended the Writers of the Future Awards has reviewed all the stories in Writers of the Future Volume XXV on the Asimov’s forum.  Interested parties may find detailed (and somewhat spoilerish) reviews beginning here.

The review of "Gone Black" is on the second page.  If you just can’t wait to hear the verdict, it goes a little something like this:

"In those rare instances when military science fiction is done right, the result can be absolutely mesmerizing. Witness Scalzi’s Old Man’s War and Haldeman’s The Forever War. I’m happy to report that this outstanding story falls into that shining minority."

I’d be lying if I said this didn’t tickle me to no end.

There, I posted it.  Is that wrong?

Progress Report, in which I go out on a limb

Monday once more, and I’m still digging myself out.

Maybe I should explain:  see, in addition to a bunch of post-WotF follow-up, I had many other writing-related program activities that I’d been putting off because of the novel.  I figured that since my schedule had already been jacked, I might as well plow through the rest of that stuff before re-submerging.  Makes sense, right?

I am not rationalizing.  I’m not I’m not I’m not.

Anyway, I really think I’m almost through it.  I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that Magic Meter will be back next week.  You heard it here first, folks.

No updates for Write Club.

And like the wind, I’m gone.