Colin Harvey and I met in August 2009, under the fearsome gaze of an angry robot. In fact, the robot wasn’t all that angry – more cranky, and quite cute. It was Worldcon, that annual gathering of geek, and this particular party was on an upper floor of the Delta Hotel...

I fretted, while I waited for Editor Sandra's first round of comments on The Pattern Scars. Of course I did: I fret at a professional level, about a wide variety of things – and this particular thing was more frettable-over than most. All these years (well, six)...

I’ve been distracted, lately. Because of the usual – trying to get the kids to eat something other than Nutella-slathered waffles; wedging myself onto rush hour subways and then propping myself up at my office desk for 8 hours; hacking triffid-sized weeds out of the...

A tale was always told, in the lower city and in the castle (and I know, because I’ve lived in both places): When Teldaru, who was later seer to King Haldrin, was a boy of five, a powerful and much-hated lord ordered him to fetch a flagon of wine. The boy did the...

I’m about to get my editor’s comments back on The Pattern Scars.  It’s been seven years since I had professional editorial feedback on a book of mine, so I’m excited and trepidatious (used to think I’d made this word up; Microsoft spell check still does), and...

This is my new website.  It’s lovely.  I very much enjoy looking at it.  If it could float in virtual space, as-is, for all time, without my having to lift a cursor-finger to it, I would be absolutely delighted.  But no.  I have to write stuff, now that it’s here.  I...