Since the end of September, I’ve been podcasting a story-in-progress called “After the Siege,” reading it in installments as I wrote it. Last week, I finished writing the story and today I’ve uploaded the final piece. You can get the whole thing through my podcast page.
Here is the ninth and concluding installment of After the Siege, the story I’ve been podcasting since September. I wrote the ending last week in a hotel room in Geneva, but didn’t get the chance to record it until I got back to London today — forgot to pack my mic!
Next up is my story-in-progress “When Sysadmins Ruled the Earth,” which I’ll start reading later this week.
Part seven of Themepunks is live today. That’s the novel-in-progress whose first third Salon has been serializing every Monday — three more installments to go! Today we learn about how Perry and Lester’s crazy school of invention can be applied to urban squatting:
The new shantytown went up fast — faster than she’d dreamed possible. The boys helped. Lester downloaded all the information he could find on temporary shelters — building out of mud, out of sandbags, out of corrugated cardboard and sheets of plastic — and they tried them all. Some of the houses had two or more rickety-seeming stories, but they all felt solid enough as she toured them, snapping photos of proud homesteaders standing next to their handiwork.
Little things went missing from the workshops — tools, easily pawned books and keepsakes, Perry’s wallet — and they started locking their desk-drawers. There were junkies in amongst the squatters, and desperate people, and immoral people, them too. One day she found that her cute little gold earrings weren’t beside her desk-lamp, where she’d left them the night before, and she practically burst into tears, feeling set-upon on all sides.
She found the earrings later that day, in the bottom of her purse, and that only made things worse. Even though she hadn’t voiced a single accusation, she’d accused every one of the squatters in her mind that day. She found herself unable to meet their eyes for the rest of the week.
“I have to write about this,” she said to Perry. “This is part of the story.” She’d stayed clear of it for a month, but she couldn’t go on writing about the successes of the Home Aware without writing about the workforce that was turning out the devices and add-ons by the thousands, all around her, in impromptu factories with impromptu workers.
“Why?” Perry said. He’d been a dervish, filling orders, training people, fighting fires. By nightfall, he was hollow-eyed and snappish. Lester didn’t join them on the roof anymore. He liked to hang out with Francis and some of the young bucks and pitch horseshoes down in the shantytown, or tinker with the composting toilets he’d been installing at strategic crossroads through the town. “Can’t you just concentrate on the business?”
A reminder: I’m doing a a reading and signing tomorrow (Monday) night at London’s Stanhope Centre, near Marble Arch, at 6:30PM. Books will be on sale and light refreshments provided. Hope to see you there!
A reminder: I’m doing a a reading and signing tomorrow (Monday) night at London’s Stanhope Centre, near Marble Arch, at 6:30PM. Books will be on sale and light refreshments provided. Hope to see you there!
This is such a cool reminx of my novel Someone Comes to Town, Someone Leaves Town — an RSS feed that gives you a couple pages every day. No matter when you subscribe to it, it sends you the book starting from the beginning. Subscribe via Winksite and it’ll come to your phone in daily bite-sized pieces.
(Thanks, Charles!)
This is such a cool reminx of my novel Someone Comes to Town, Someone Leaves Town — an RSS feed that gives you a couple pages every day. No matter when you subscribe to it, it sends you the book starting from the beginning. Subscribe via Winksite and it’ll come to your phone in daily bite-sized pieces.
(Thanks, Charles!)
I’m giving a signing and reading for my latest book, Someone Comes to Town, Someone Leaves Town, at London’s Stanhope Centre next Monday, Oct 24 at 6PM. There will be copies of all my books on sale, and the kind folks at Stanhope are also providing “light refreshments.” Hope to see you there!
I’m giving a signing and reading for my latest book, Someone Comes to Town, Someone Leaves Town, at London’s Stanhope Centre next Monday, Oct 24 at 6PM. There will be copies of all my books on sale, and the kind folks at Stanhope are also providing “light refreshments.” Hope to see you there!
I’ve joined the Board of Directors of the Clarion Foundation, a new nonprofit that will manage the Clarion Writers’ Workshop, a “boot-camp for sf writers” at Michigan State University that I graduated from in 1992 and taught this past summer. The workshop runs every summer for six weeks, and accepts some 17 students each year. The format is intensive writing and daily critiquing, with tutelage from six instructors. Past grads include Octavia Butler, Bruce Sterling, Nalo Hopkinson, Kathe Koja, Jeff Vandermeer, Pat York, Lucius Sheppard and innumerable other leading lights of the field. You may recall my review of Kate Wilhelm’s amazing memoir/writing instruction book about her 25+ years teaching Clarion.
The workshop is open for applications for next year, and we’ve just announced our instructor roster:
Plans have been announced for the 2006 workshop, which will run from June 26 to August 4 and will be taught by Samuel R. Delany, Gardner Dozois, Nancy Kress, Joe and Gay Haldeman and, as the traditional anchor team, Kelly Link and Holly Black. The workshop will be returning to Owen Hall where it was held from 1990-2003.
The application deadline for the 2006 workshop is April 1, 2006. Application information is available online at www.msu.edu/~clarion, by email, or by writing to the Clarion Workshop, 112 Olds Hall, Michigan State University, Lansing, MI 48824-1047.




























