January 28th, 2006

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Teacher, my brain is full.

One of the things I've had to learn as a writer is that I can't actually remember all the information I need to know at any given time. I can learn it, but there just isn't enough room in my head for everything. Right now, it's stuffed full of quantum mechanics (a little theoretical physics takes up a LOT of room) and a few months ago it was heaps and piles of Elizabethan politics and biography.

The stuff I need at any given moment pushes out the stuff I was using last time, crams it into corners and pushes a lot of it clean out of my brain. A lot of it flushes during the writing process, too--don't ask me to explain, extemporaneously, the stuff I exposit in Carnival. It's gone; it's on the page.

Once the book has been born, it doesn't need the writer any more.

Also, a brain full of local Las Vegas history or string theory or alien biology makes it hard to remember to pick up your drycleaning, too.
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This Michael Feingold review of Park Honan's Christopher Marlowe biography (via Bondgirl) annoyed the heck out of me.

Nothing like discarding the last forty years of Marlowe scholarship in favor of the largely discredited but oh-so-romantic blackened page version, Mr. Feingold. And can we talk about taking Mr. Honan to task for avoiding textual biography?

Somebody get me a stick.

Via genreneep, the Clarke shortlist:

Kazuo Ishiguro – Never Let Me Go
Ken MacLeod – Learning the World
Alastair Reynolds – Pushing Ice
Geoff Ryman – Air
Charles Stross – Accelerando
Liz Williams – Banner of Souls
Conga Rats, autopope and mevennen!
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Boundless is the joy of the writer who justifies a rules hack of physics in some sort of clever way. My worldbuilding demands a matter transmitter that can send goods, but not living creatures. I dodge this through quantum mechanics and a clever application of the Schrodinger's Cat Problem: the cat knows.

Thus, you can't send anything self-aware through the matter transmitter; it comes out dead the other side.

Boy, I am so bloody smart sometimes.

Yeah, I know it's a handwave. I have one word for you: psychohistory.
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This is a link to the new Campbell Award eligible writers website.

If you think you might be eligible, go look. And then send them a bio. No one else will do it for you.

Yes, this means you.

In actual writing news, I finished a revised proposal for Undertow today and sent it to arcaedia. It's still missing most of the plot, but it does have the worldbuilding in it this time.

I am proud of me.
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