The release of Falcon's Egg, sequel to Right to Know, from Bundoran Press draws nigh--we might have copies at When Words Collide, as I understand it, with a formal launch to occur at Can-Con
in Ottawa this fall.
A sure sign of impending release: cover art! This gorgeous cover (it has an exploding starship, how could I not like it?) is by talented Calgary artist Dan J. O'Driscoll
, who also did the cover for Right to Know.
As for the book, here's how it's described:
The sequel to Right to Know, Falcon's Egg is a fast-paced action adventure. Discovering a plot to reassert Imperial control over the recently rediscovered Peregrine, ...
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
When Robert Frost wrote his famous poem “The Road Not Taken,” he clearly didn’t have in mind the many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics, which postulates there is a very large—perhaps infinite—number of parallel universes, in which anything that could have happened in our past, but did not, in fact did.
Still, even shorn of its quantum-mechanical underpinnings, the idea of the choices we make today altering our future was hardly original with Frost. The story of Adam and Eve, to name one obvious example, is all about having a choice, and ...
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From left to right, Sheila Gilbert, me, and Betsy Wollheim.[/caption]
I'm jumping the gun a little bit here, since Freelance hasn't come out yet, but here's my upcoming "Space-Time Continuum" column for the Saskatchewan Writers Guild
magazine--an interview with my editor and publisher, Sheila Gilbert, nominated once again this year for a Hugo Award for Best Editor, Long Form.
As a teenager looking for science fiction and fantasy, I was drawn to the distinctive yellow spines of paperbacks published by DAW Books—a name I found amusing because DAW are the initials of my brother, Dwight Arthur Willett.
In fact, those initials belonged to Donald A. Wollheim, ...
The nominees for this year's Hugo Awards
have been announced, and I'm thrilled to see that my editor at DAW Books
, Sheila Gilbert, is once again nominee for Best Editor, Long Form. This is Sheila's third time on the ballot, and here's hoping this is the year she goes home with the rocketship.
That said, I've decided I'd throw in my tuppence-worth of thought on the Big Hugo Controversy of 2015. Many pixels have been spilt and much bandwidth sacrificed to discussions all over the Web, but it's entirely possible you, gentle reader, are among the few who know nothing of this. Let's see if I can sum it up ...
Here's the latest instalment of my regular column on writing science fiction and fantasy from Freelance, the newsletter of the Saskatchewan Writers Guild
“Space opera” is an odd-looking term: after all, as the marketers for the movie Alien might have (but fortunately didn’t) put it, in space, no one can hear a tenor scream a high C.
Early SF fan Wilson “Bob” Tucker coined the phrase, writing in his fanzine in 1941: “In these hectic days of phrase-coining, we offer one. Westerns are called ‘horse operas,’ the morning housewife tear-jerkers are called ‘soap operas.’ For the hacky, grinding, stinking, outworn space-ship yarn, or world-saving for that matter, we offer ...
I'm really looking forward to being a featured author at Word on the Street in Saskatoon
on September 21. I'll be part of a panel (along with Arthur Slade
, Sean Cummings
, and Jefferson Smith
) called Other Worlds on the Prairies, focusing on writing science fiction and fantasy, which will be (appropriately enough) in the "Brave New World" tent at 2:30. We'll be talking and taking questions for an hour, then we'll be signing books.
The image is the poster WOTS is putting up in high schools. Cool, huh?
Hope to see you there!
My daughter Alice (newly fledged teenager) is a big fan of Wattpad, and has begun posting her own writing there (alicehasreadit
is her account, and trust me, the kid's got promise). I've poked around at it and thought it might be an interesting place to try to snare a few new readers, so by way of giving it a go, I've created an account (EdwardWillett
) and have begun serializing Andy Nebula: interstellar Rock Star
If you need incentive, check out this recent review on Amazon from Hard Sci-Fi Guy:
"I was expecting this book to be a tongue in cheek novel about a bunch of weird aliens ...
On May 6 I was the speaker at the Saskatchewan Writers’ Guild’s Write After Lunch series, and entitled my talk “TARDIS: Time and Relative Dimensions in Stories.” This is more or less the text I spoke from, although as you'll see if you watch the archived video below and follow along, I didn't exactly deliver it word for word...
In the long-running British science fiction program Doctor Who, The Doctor, a centuries-old Time Lord, travels in the TARDIS (Time and Relative Dimensions in Space). Powered by a collapsing star, it is bigger on the inside than on the outside, and can journey anywhere in time and space, from the beginning of the universe to its end, to any ...
Here's my latest "Space-Time Continuum" column from Freelance, the newsletter of the Saskatchewan Writers Guild
Back at Weyburn Junior High I was once taken to task by a teacher for not remembering the name of the author of a book I liked. “If you don’t remember the author’s name,” he told me, “you’re just reading for escape.”
A few decades on, I recognize the glaring flaw in that statement: namely, what does remembering the author’s name have to do with the value of the book? Would War and Peace be any less a ...
I'm working toward self-publishing Star Song (as I mentioned in this week's book giveaway starting post), and today I spent some time playing with cover ideas. I've got two choices thus far, so I'm soliciting opinions. Which of the two covers below do you like best...and why?
Here's the one-paragraph description of the novel:
Kriss Lemarc is alone on a remote planet where he doesn't belong. The guardian who raised him in a backwoods village has been murdered. His parents died when he was a baby. His only link to them is a strange musical instrument that pulls his innermost feelings to the surface and pours them into the minds of his listeners. Kriss plans to take that instrument off-world and trace ...