State of the Writer

Tired, but somewhat refreshed for the New Year; apologetic, for the unannounced and mostly unplanned December quasi-hiatus; busy, due to a new contract at the day-job, or day-business rather, which may affect volume somewhat, but it should still certainly be better than said December quasi-hiatus.

I think that about sums it up.

Also, I see that thanks to two more Patreon pledges – thank you kindly, if you’re reading this! – we have now crossed the reward threshold at which there will be artwork.

Oh, god, I promised y’all artwork.

Welp.

I’ll get right on that, then.

Also also, just as a side-note, this is Amazon’s recent patent filing on airborne warehouses with drone delivery:

heliwarehouse

…I hereby declare this to be exactly how, in canon, the All Good Things, ICC delivery service works on garden worlds, on the grounds that (a) the Imperials do love their airships, and (b), it’s freakin’ awesome.

 

The End of the Inquirocene Epoch

Bad news, I’m afraid, gentle readers.

…it looks like I’m going to have to start enforcing what I have been ignoring up to now, namely, treating asking questions as the one-per-$-per-month Patreon reward that I declared it to be, rather than as something freely offered when questions are asked.

I don’t really want to do this, as I rather enjoy expounding on little details, and for that matter, it is in some cases useful to explore some worldbuilding edge cases. The trouble is, however, writing up and in some cases figuring those answers requires much the same part of my brain, and for that matter the same part of my motivation, as writing. And thus, answering them, or just having them lying around to be answered, I have noticed, is having a fairly serious adverse impact on the amount of actual writing that I’m able to get done. (Especially since I have a contract job in the early stages which, from past experience, is also something that can impact my writing time.)

So, while not foreclosing the option entirely, this is an attempt to limit the volume to something a little more manageable, or rather something compatible with the fiction that is, after all, the point of the exercise.

I do, of course, continue to welcome your thoughts, speculations, and so forth, in the comments, even if I can’t reply to all of them.

Requesting your understanding,

The Somewhat Frazzled Author

 

The Two Laws of Writing Firm SF

…is today’s meta-post. These are the rules I live by, or at least the rules I write by.

One: If it violates the laws of physics or other natural laws in the setting, you can’t have it. On the other hand, you’re entitled to buy all the awesomeness you can squeeze inside them1.

Two: Any sufficiently advanced science and technology is functionally indistinguishable from space magic. It just has to work harder, and so do you.


1. Spartan-analogs riding armored bears inside boarding torpedoes in space included, obviously.

“I am the Master and you will BUY SOAP!”

Just to keep everyone informed of what’s going on, things may be a little quiet around here over the weekend, because I’m going to be at our local Dr. Who convention, Time Eddy, with our other business, Foam on the Range.

And sadly, I am incapable of crossing my own timeline and having Friday, Saturday, and Sunday all over again for writing and other assorted purposes (damned Blinovitch Limitation Effect), so that’s probably the only place I’m going to be.

But, hey, if you’re in the Wichita area, why not stop by and see us?