Archive for February, 2012
I’ve engaged the services of excellent writer and general Internet celebrity Emma to help me keep my Web presence up to date. The first thing she did was to update my Events page for the first time in ages. That in itself should count as an Event. A Meta-Event.
I tried not to book myself wall-to-wall this spring, because I have a lot of writing to do, but I got some offers I couldn’t say no to — because I didn’t want to — so I didn’t.
So I’m going to the L.A. Times Book Festival in April, for example, because it’s always good fun — it’s really well run, and really big, so you can sort of catch up with everybody at once there. I’ll also be at the Oxford Literary Festival at the end of March because wow — Oxford! My mom went there. And C.S. Lewis taught there. And Jeremy Paxman, host of University Challenge, is also going, and my obsession with that show is well-known. I’ll also be at the Clemson Literary Festival in April because Jillian Weise is running it, and she is the coolest.
I’m doing a lap of my alma maters this spring: I’m a guest at Harvard’s SF/F convention Vericon in March, and on Monday — like, this coming Monday, 2/27 — I’ll be speaking in a really informal way at Yale. So come to those if you’re around and want to hold my hand through the inevitable psychodrama of my returning to my roots. And I’ll be sharing a stage with Ray Kurzweil (or really he’ll be sharing it with me) at SXSW Interactive for one of the keynotes.
That’s most but not all of them — check the Events page if you want to get granular, or just follow me on Twitter so I can bother you about them directly, in real time, forever. (One more: I’m reading as part of the Guerilla Lit series next Wednesday — Leap Day! — a rare New York City appearance.)
And if you can’t make these, I’m doing a full tour this summer to promote the paperback release of The Magician King. Then I’m morphing into an immortal cyborg, so I’ll be pretty much omnipresent from that point on.
All right. The period of mourning for the TV show is now over.
No wait! Just a little bit more mourning — there. Done.
Hang on, now I have to mourn my not getting a Nebula nomination. OK, now I’m done.
It’s Monday morning, and I’m wearing my special fancy writing slippers — black with golden fox-heads embroidered on them. I was going to try to find a picture of them online, but there doesn’t seem to be one. Even the manufacturer appears to have discontinued them. Or maybe mine are the only pair ever made, and they have magic powers.
Though probably it’s that first one.
I’m wearing them because I’ve taken a leave of absence from Time. I’ve spent the past couple of months outlining the new book, and taking a tentative cut at the early chapters. Now it’s time to lay down some prose. In bulk. Bulk prose.
So I’m not going to be off the grid for the next couple of weeks, exactly, but I won’t really be on it either. I’ll be sort of next to the grid. I can see the grid from where I am. But this is the part of the process where the book really happens, so I have to get focused.
I feel a lot of pressure, because I don’t have a ton of free time to write my books, and when I get some I have to seriously use it. Pressure is good for me though. In school I was a good test-taker — I was one of those annoying people who always kind of sucked along during the semester but then somehow came out of it with a decent grade, because suddenly during the test I woke up and started paying attention.
So it’s test time. Time to wake up. Smell the coffee.
God I need some coffee.
So January is the beginning of what — in the accursed, eternally burning nation of TV-land — is known as pilot season. That’s when the networks pick some of the series they have in development and greenlight them, meaning they’re actually going to cast and film a pilot episode.
It’s an exciting time. Except if your series doesn’t get greenlit.
The Magicians show was not greenlit.
This is a hard post to write. I’m really, really disappointed. I also feel bad that I got everybody excited about the project, only onlineusadrugstore24.com to have it immediately fail. I promise you — and I can’t stress this enough — I wouldn’t have done that unless I had some very good reasons to think that the show would in fact be greenlit. In fact I’m pretty stunned that it wasn’t.
I guess those reasons weren’t ironclad. Or maybe they were ironclad but not, I don’t know, adamantium-clad.
At any rate, clearly there was an issue with the cladding.
I get a lot of mail from readers. I read as much of it as I can, and I answer as much as I can, but I never get to it all. Neal Stephenson is eloquent on the subject of why he can’t answer mail. I have the same problem. Except not as eloquently.
There ought to be something like a square-cube law of writing, whereby after an author writes a certain amount of words, the amount of mail those words generates makes writing more words impossible … well, maybe there oughtn’t.
At any rate, in lieu of dealing with my mail the way I’d like to, I’ll answer some FAQ’s here. If you click through there’s a treat at the end, courtesy of Christopher Shy.
Will there be another Magicians book?
Yes. Working title: The Magician’s Land.
The Magician King came out exactly two years after The Magicians. I’m hoping to stick to that pace. I have a very detailed outline of the new book, and I’ve written the first few chapters.
Will Alice come back?
I could tell you, but it’s really better if I don’t.
Will that be the last book? Is this a trilogy?
Will you come speak/read/sign at my convention/conference/school/cosmogenesis/etc.?
Maybe! If I can. I like making public appearances when I can fit them in. Give me details. I have a lot of events scheduled this year already, none of which appear on the Events page of this site yet, because my fingers are weak and tired.
How did you get published in the first place?