The administration has demanded that the World Health Organization, which is affiliated with the United Nations, first clear all U.S. government scientists with the Department of Health and Human Services before they can be appointed as delegates to the organization's meetings or serve on its panels. FWIW. It's Capitol Hill Blue, mind you, and can hardly be said to be agendaless, but they do have the advantage of hating everybody over there.
The Union of Concerned Scientists isn't happy either.
In more cheerfully apocalyptic news, gentlemen, start your compasses. (registration required, blah blah) Source of a few doomsday scenarios, but my suspicion is it'll be somewhat more exciting than Y2K and somewhat less than global climate change. If the cosmic (*g*) rays make me swell up and turn orange and rocky, well, you'll be able to say "I told you so."
In actual content, I'm thinking about impostor syndrome. Still got it, nine--or ten, depending on how All the Windwracked Stars and The Stratford Man shake out in terms of chopping things up--completed novels and three sold ones in to my career. The latest incarnation--which was kicking my butt with regard to Worldwired--is the "How can I possibly write a hard science fiction novel when I can't even pass a precalculus course?"
I was gonna be a geologist. Then I discovered you need math for that, too.
Funny thing is, I was perfectly comfortable with the level of science in Hammered and Scardown, confident I understood the neurology and climatology and linguistics and quantum mechanics and so forth laced through the novelses underpinnings (for layman's values of 'understood')... when I was thinking of them as sociological/political/military SF. But now that people I respect have been calling it "hard SF," I found myself completely panicky about the science--especially the xenobiology--backing Worldwired.
I keep finding myself going "but I'm just making it all up! This isn't plausible! It's not even possible!
Oddly enough, I'm not panicky about the computer science, because I know it's utter hogwash. And my international political system bears about the same resemblance to the real UN as a Perry Mason episode bears to a real court proceeding, but enh, the real system is boooring.
And somewhere in the back of my mind, I have to keep reminding myself. Dude. Giant spiders spinning webs between the Earth and moon. Dude. A social science that lets you predict the future. Time travellers coming back with testy unicorns. Psychic, mutated hyperspace navigators. Dude.
Plausibility is not an issue.
Making it cool enough so that people will suspend disbelief, just to get to the story.... now, that's an issue.