Robotech film takes award
As I had a small hand in the revival of Robotech, and receive a "thanks to" credit in Robotech: The Shadow Chronicles, I was delighted to see that the film has won an award.
Library Journal on Wake: "Sawyer's erudition, eclecticism, and masterly storytelling make this a choice selection."
I'm thrilled to announce that I will be Guest of Honor at Loscon 32 in Los Angeles, November 23-25, 2007 (next year); Loscon is the annual convention of the Los Angeles Science Fantasy Society. The theme of the con next year will be paleontology and archeology in science fiction -- I can't wait!
That's the title of a poem by my brother-in-law, David Livingstone Clink, in the October-November 2006 issue of Asimov's Science Fiction, on sale now.
So far this month, I've been asked to:
Well, the SF-publishing-related portion of the blogosphere is abuzz with the sad story of an author who decided to try a grass-roots campaign to get readers to email the Tor editor to which she'd made her novel submission, encouraging that editor (a very nice person) to buy her book. This, of course, was a very, very, very bad idea.
Yes, I know, you thought I was done ages ago, when I finished final revisions on the manuscript. But there are many stages in bringing a book to market, and, for the author, the last one is going over the page proofs (advance printouts of the typesetting). Today, I finished going over those pages, looking at large-scale formatting issues and the fiddly bits dealing with a few equations. I've now turned the pages over to Carolyn for a final proofread; the next time I'll see the text is when the book is published in hardcover in April 2007 by Tor.
The barbecue I discussed here has been cancelled, because the Saturday Calgary weather looks crappy. Says 2008 World Fantasy Convention chair Randy McCharles:
Winter has come early.
Well, at least fall has.
Mother Nature has chosen our BBQ weekend to have unseasonably cold weather. I've been watching the forecast all week and it has been getting worse each day. Sat. now looks at best to be cloudy and just above freezing, possibly with melting snow from Friday night. It is just as possible it will be raining or snowing Sat.
This will reduce attendance (and fundraising) and make the event less fun for those who do come out, so I've decide to postpone it. Possibly we'll have an indoor event in late November or early December.
A few of us will be at the park from 11:30 - 1:00 to let anyone who doesn't get the notice and shows up know what happened.
On the bright side the weather gets back to normal by Tuesday.
"Sorry for the inconvenience" -- God (From Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy)
Derek Weiler's editorial in the October issue of Quill & Quire, the Canadian publishing trade journal, is about the importance of authors taking a hand in the promotion of their own books, and it makes kind mention of yours truly:
If you're an author, doing what you can may involve courting the media or networking with booksellers. Many authors would no doubt rather simply be writing, and I sympathize with that position, but it's inescapable that for a book to make an impact on the world, it needs all the help it can get. Canadian science-fiction author Robert J. Sawyer is a good example -- a savvy and likeable self-promoter in the very best sense of the word, he's cultivated a readership that almost any author would envy.
Over the next six weeks -- between now and the end of October 2006 -- I have to take these flight:
See this posting over at NewScientist.com
I get asked all the time if I'll look at people's manuscripts and offer an opinion. Another such request just showed up in my email box. Here's what I had to say:
I'm afraid the answer is no, for a couple of reasons. First, because my lawyer has advised me not to read unpublished manuscripts, except in very narrow circumstances, lest someday I publish something of my own that bears even a passing resemblance to something I've been shown, and the person who showed it to me decides to take legal action. It's just not worth the risk, he says, and he's probably right. :)
And second because people pay good money to have me critique manuscripts -- in July, I was writer-in-residence at the Odyssey workshop, this month I'm teaching SF writing at the Banff Centre in Alberta, and next month I start a two-month stint as Writer-in-Residence at the Kitchener (Ontario) Public Library. It's unfair to those people (the Odyssey students, the Banff students, and the Kitchener Public Library) who have paid me to critique manuscripts for me to also do freebies on the side -- and, no, I'm not looking for money from you; I've simply got way to many manuscripts to critique as is for those three gigs (at total of 50 between them) that I can't take on any more.
So -- sorry! But best of luck!
You wouldn't understand that, would you, Spock? You see, I feel sorrier for you than I do for him, because you'll never know the things that love can drive a man to: the ecstasies, the miseries, the broken rules, the desperate chances, the glorious failures -- and the glorious victories. All of these things you'll never know simply because the word "love" isn't written into your book.
I couldn't take seeing ads for PublishAmerica and other outfits I'd never in my life recommend showing up on my blog, so, as of this evening, the Google AdSense ads are gone from here.
Carolyn Clink and I edited Tesseracts 6 ... and now Tesseracts 11 is open:
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: Tesseracts Eleven, the 2007 volume in the award-winning anthology of Canadian Speculative Fiction, is now open for submissions.
Editors for Tesseracts Eleven are: Cory Doctorow and Holly Phillips.
The Tesseracts anthology series is open to submissions in either English or French from Canadians, landed immigrants, long time residents, and expatriates. French stories will be translated into English for publication if accepted. Tesseracts is open to both short fiction and poetry. While the series has included stories as long as 7,500 words, preferred length is 5,500 words or less. Speculative fiction includes the genres of magic realism, science fiction, fantasy (this term incorporates dark fantasy and supernatural fiction), horror, and la fantastique. In all these areas, the editors prefer not to be presented with genre clichés reworked, but with original, well-written, well-crafted works of art. Send us your best!
The deadline for submissions is December 31, 2006.
Manuscripts must be typed double-spaced, 12-point type (preferably Times New Roman or Courier font) on quarto (8 1/2 x 11) or A4 (8 1/4 x 11 3/4) paper, minimum. Please include your name, address, telephone number and, where applicable, your fax number and e-mail address on the first page of the manuscript; with a brief identifier as a header or footer on each page as well.
Electronic submissions will be accepted, [email@example.com] but must be followed by a hard copy. No faxes! Submissions will NOT be returned. Do NOT send originals. We cannot be responsible for submissions lost in transit. If you require acknowledgment of receipt of your manuscript, include a self-addressed stamped postcard.
Mailing address for anthology submissions:
Attention: Series Editors
c/o Tesseracts Eleven Submissions,
P.O. Box 1714,
Calgary, Alberta, T2P 2L7
Well, it's nice to know people actually read my blog! I screwed up in the original version of this earlier blog post, and gave the wrong link for Lloyd Penney's LiveJournal, where you can read all his many wonderful letters of comment to SF fanzines. The correct link is http://lloydpenney.livejournal.com/. Sorry, Lloyd!
A life lesson for wannabe writers: it pays to have money in the bank. Because you know that check you're expecting? Money you're owed for work you've done? It can take an awfully long time to show up.
Just got a congratulatory email from my friends Garfield and Judith Reeves-Stevens, who saw the Variety piece about my deal with Snoot Entertainment for "Identity Theft," and I see it's also written up here and here.
Down below, in my blog entries from August 31, 2006, through September 4, 2006, I describe the first-ever Mississauga Write-Off, a writing retreat held at Carolyn and my place over the Labour Day long weekend, with these participants: Carolyn Clink, Al Katerinsky, Herb Kauderer, Val King, Randy McCharles, Robert J. Sawyer, Elizabeth Trenholm, and Hayden Trenholm.
From the Tuesday, September 5, 2006, edition of Variety, the Hollywood trade paper:
And the first-ever Mississauga Write-Off is officially over. Herb and Al drove back to Buffalo around 5:00 p.m., and Randy and Val took Carolyn and me out to dinner this evening, then took a 9:00 p.m. flight back to Calgary.
Well, it's winding down. Hayden (who wrote 8,700 words this weekend) and Liz (5,300) have been deposited at the Toronto airport. Herb and Al are checked out of our condo's first-floor guest suite (but are still here). Herb is writing on the balcony, but the rest of us keep rushing out to join him, since all sorts of military jets keep flying overhead; they'd been part of an airshow this weekend here in Toronto. Weather is cool and gray, but otherwise all is well. But I've only gotten 700 words so far today, so -- back to it!
Today's food was a brunch at our place in the morning, followed by an early dinner at Emerald Chinese, one of Mississauga's best, and most authentic, Chinese restaurants (by the time our dinner was over, the place was reasonably packed, and we were the only non-Asians eating there). Liz and Hayden very kindly bought for everyone.
Welcome to the Invisible Republic.
The Invisible Republic is one of the legacy polities that emerged from the splinters of the Republic of Is, in the wake of the series of censorship wars that raged five to ten gigaseconds ago. During the wars, the internetwork of longjump T-gates that wove the subnets of the hyperpower together was shattered, leaving behind sparsely connected nets, their borders filtered through firewalled assembler gates guarded by ferocious mercenaries. Incomers were subjected to forced disassembly and scanned for subversive attributes before being rebuilt and allowed across the frontiers. Battles raged across the airless cryogenic wastes that housed the longjump nodes carrying traffic between warring polities, while the redactive worms released by the Censor factions lurked in the firmware of every A-gate they could contaminate, their viral payload mercilessly deleting all knowledge of the underlying cause of the conflict from fleeing refugees as they passed through the gates.
Like almost all human polities since the Acceleration, the Republic of Is relied heavily on A-gates for manufacturing, routing, switching, filtering, and the other essentials of any network civilization. The ability of nanoassembler arrays to deconstruct and replicate artifacts and organisms from raw atomic feedstock made them virtually indispensable not merely for manufacturing and medical purposes, but for virtual transport (it's easier to simultaneously cram a hundred upload templates through a T-gate than a hundred physical bodies) and molecular firewalling. Even when war exposed them to subversion by the worms of censorship, nobody wanted to do without the A-gates to grow old and decrepit, or succumb to injury, seemed worse than the risk of memory corruption. The paranoid few who refused to pass through the verminous gates dropped away, dying of old age or cumulative accidental damage; meanwhile, those of us who still used them can no longer be certain of whatever it was that the worm payloads were designed to hide in the first place. Or even who the Censors were.
Progress has been slow for me today -- stayed up too late last night, plus I'm at the difficult stage in which I'm defining characters' voices; once I have those down, my pace tends to pick up.
I got my 2,000 words by the end of the day. Dinner was here at our place: hot dogs, barbecue chicken, fried chicken, salad. Eight is a lot of people around our kitchen table, but miraculously nothing got spilled.
We're all back from lunch at Montana's, a roadhouse-style chain restaurant. It's a cold, rainy day here in Toronto, and the disadvantage of having a penthouse with lots of floor-to-ceiling windows is that if it's dreary outside, it can seem dreary inside. But I've put on a fire in the living room, and that's cheered the place up. Everyone is back at work, and being productive. I got 1,000 words before lunch, and intend to get another 1,000 this afternoon ...
All went well. My personal goal was 2,000 words -- and I got 2,189. Most everyone else met their goals, too.
... for the Mississauga Write-off. Much food has already been eaten ("it's like locusts," said Carolyn); we've clearly underestimated how much we'll need.