Sorry, gang — no new fiction this week because, well, The Gravity of the Affair wrapped up in 12 installments. If you missed it, click on the title and see what all the fuss was about, because it won’t be up on here forever. The novella is also a great primer for some of what you’ll find in The Daedalus Incident, which is coming in print and audiobook in just two weeks. (It’s already available on Kindle, Nook and Kobo, by the way.)
The Gravity novella does a great job of introducing the whole notion of sailing ships in space, one of two settings in The Daedalus Incident. The other setting is a 22nd century Martian mining colony, which prompted a lot of thought and writer-mind imagining about what our technology might look like in a century.
That kind of technological prognostication wasn’t easy. In fact, if you and I are still around in a century (hey, you never know), I imagine we’d find that the book was wrong on a lot of fronts. Technology often evolves in ways we can’t imagine — and we evolve right around with it. Just look at this article, in which desktop computer makers bemoan the growth of tablet computing and struggle to keep up with changing times.
My wife Kate and I had the chance to take a few days off on our own in the wilds of the Adirondacks and Vermont. We were, of course, grateful for the fact that we weren’t home; the weather was, by all accounts, unbearably hot. But it was still pretty warm up north, so while our mornings were fun and active (canoeing and bike riding), our afternoons were spent writing.
And man, more than 12,000 words later, I totally get that writing retreat thing.
Not that I didn’t really get it before, but I’ve always been of a mind to write whenever and however I can. An hour here, a half-hour there. It does add up. But such stretches of unscheduled time…it’s kind of amazing what you can do. We didn’t really plan it as a writing retreat, per se; it was merely one of many pleasant outcomes of the trip. We both got a lot accomplished, and still felt wholly relaxed and rejuvenated.
I’m still going to stick to my guns when it comes to writing time. Just write — whenever, however, and for however long you can. But if you can indeed carve out time in a big way, it seriously rocks.
I know, seems like a no-brainer. Maybe I’m just slow.
Anyway, here’s a few book-related tidbits for you:
I’ve lived in New Jersey for more than nine years now, and you’d think I’d have gone to Atlantic City before today. But thanks to the World Championship of Sand Sculpting, that omission has been rectified.
Why yes, there IS a World Championship of Sand Sculpting. And to be completely fair, there was some impressive work on display. It made the sand castle Anna and I made on the beach later seem rather…lacking…by comparison, even though we had a moat, dammit. A moat!
Atlantic City fascinated my writer-mind, much as our visit to Japan did a few months back. (For another perspective on that trip, check out my wife’s Lonely Planet piece on animal cafes! Being married to a travel writer has its privileges.) Anyway, it wasn’t that Atlantic City was all that alien — though it did have its moments. Rather, it was chock full of those little details that I know I’m going to end up using, in spirit if not in literal fact, in my fiction.
For example: Continue reading