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Tue, 31 Aug 2004

Phew

Well, that's me packed. I even have some space in my luggage for purchases while in Boston and NYC. We're flying out tomorrow lunchtime (UK time -- about six in the morning US time) and should be arriving in Boston late enough to fall over.

I have a problem with travelling: I tend to spend almost as much time angsting about packing my bags and making sure I haven't forgotten anything as I actually do in transit. Which, on the face of it, doesn't make much sense, does it? After all, most of the stuff I need is readily available wherever I go: toiletries, a change of underwear, that sort of thing. I can theoretically live without a laptop for a couple of weeks -- a PDA with a working email account should be an acceptable substitute, and it's not as if I've ever gotten a significant amount of writing done while travelling -- but nevertheless I always travel as if I expect the muse to descend and sit on my shoulder yelling orders through a megaphone.

After all this effort I've got a bad habit of getting departure dates and times wrong. (This time around I was lucky -- I thought I was flying out on Tuesday, not remembering that the 1st of September was a Wednesday.)

Now I just have to hope it all goes smoothly ...

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posted at: 17:56 | path: /fandom | permanent link to this entry

Sun, 29 Aug 2004

Friday Cat Blogging, delayed

It's a long time since I did any cat blogging, so what better to do on a Sunday (late, of course)?

Here's Mafdet, doing what she does best:
let sleeping cats lie

And here's Frigg, doing her best to catch up in the Olympic snoring championships:
let sleeping cats lie, part two

If you're suffering from insomnia, now you know exactly who's got all your Zzzzz's.

[Discuss cats]



posted at: 19:29 | path: /cats | permanent link to this entry

Excursions

I'm not going to be spending much time at home over the next month. On Wednesday the 1st, we're flying out to Boston for the worldcon; we should be home on the 14th, but only two days later we're off for a weekend in London, and two days after that I'm off again to visit relatives. Relatives having been visited I get almost a week off duty to wash my clothes and clean up the dust before going to a wedding at the other end of the country followed in rapid succession by a speaking engagement outside the country.

Meanwhile, it occurs to me that some folks who're reading this weblog will also be at Noreascon 4, and in the interests of not appearing rude this would be a good place to note down the times when I won't be available for small-talk. If you see me at the con, by all means introduce yourself and feel free to chat; I'm generally gregarious. If I run away, please don't take it personally -- it's just that I'm working about thirty hours over the five-day period and I probably have to be somewhere else. In particular:

Wednesday 1st
You might spot me in the Marriott in the evening, but be aware that I've just arrived after travelling for 16 hours and I am likely to be asleep on my feet.
Thursday 2nd
I'm busy (apart from brief gaps) from about 2pm through 7pm.
Friday 3rd
Easier to say when I'm not busy -- between 2 and 4pm, and between 7 and 8pm. If you catch me on Friday, don't be surprised if I'm trying to grab lunch or dinner.
Saturday 4th
I'm logjammed from 11am through 9pm. This is a bad day to stop me for a chat.
Sunday 5th
Free before 11am. Free from 12 noon through 5pm, as long as you don't mind me sitting at a table signing books or are willing to sign yourself up for the literary beer at 3pm.
Monday 6th
Free all day except between 11am and 2pm. Which means I'll be trying to actually, like, experience the con as a con-goer rather than a performing seal.
Tuesday 7th
Yes, I know the worldcon ended on Monday. But I'll still be there, and apart from the fact that it's Feorag's birthday (with attendant wining and dining) I should have a lot more time to talk.

In summary: on Wednesday, I arrive. Thursday's busy, but I should be approachable in the evening. Friday's particularly busy, and Saturday's timetable is absolutely hellish. Sunday's schedule is a bit more laid-back, and on Monday I might even have time to enjoy the con a bit. If you try to say "hi" on Friday or Saturday and I flee, it's not personal -- I'm just singing for my supper.

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posted at: 11:32 | path: /fandom | permanent link to this entry

Fri, 27 Aug 2004

On the road again ...

Visiting family this week, then rushing off to Noreascon 4 next week. Not much to write about, except that I went to the premiere of "Rogue Farm" (at the Edinburgh Film Festival -- during the showing of this years' New Found Land/Films short films) and found it not half bad.

Meanwhile, I seem to have accidentally started writing one novel then succumbed to a brilliant-keen idea for how to re-write another (first draft complete, finished book due in next August) and am emulating the donkey that starved to death midway between two bales of hay.

I could indulge in massive schadenfreude over current events in South Africa involving the scion of a former head of government, but that would be Bad. (I'm trying to stay off politics, right?)

Meanwhile: those of you with access to a British newsagent, go look on page 32 of the current (September) issue of SFX magazine. That I can gloat about without feeling all icky afterwards.

[Discuss shameless self-promotion]



posted at: 21:37 | path: /excuses | permanent link to this entry

Tue, 24 Aug 2004

Decompression time

I'm beginning to decompress, now the rewrite is finally out of the way.

I guess that demands some explanation. When I'm working on a novel I don't (usually) sit down at the word processor at 9am, start writing, and clock off at 5pm. I'm much more likely to crawl out of bed at 10:30am, yawn, switch the kettle on, sit down at the word processor, and check my mail -- then spend the next hour or two web surfing and absorbing caffeine until I feel human. Then I start to write, and if things go well I stop writing when I've temporarily run out of words, my hands begin to hurt, or Feorag threatens me with physical violence if I don't discuss what we're going to have for supper. If things don't go well I generally spend much more time checking my email, poking around the web, posting (and reading) on one discussion forum or another, hoovering the living room, and seeking a Clue as to what I should write.

(This isn't very systematic. But if you can show me a way to systematize creativity I'll give you a billion dollars, and consider myself to have got the best out of the deal.)

There is, however, one constant feature of my life when I'm in writing mode: I'm thinking about the novel to a greater or lesser extent all the time I'm awake. Feorag describes me as being "on Planet Charlie": absent-minded, obsessive, not always responsive to important external stimuli. The rate at which I extrude words isn't necessarily directly proportional to the time I spend sitting at the keyboard -- it's proportional to the rate at which I have ideas or otherwise think my way around the maze that the plot imposes on my creativity. (Writing without at least some reference points, some idea of where I'm coming from and where I'm going, is a bad idea because I can change direction three times in a day: but writing a detailed outline doesn't always help either, because what looks great in outline doesn't always work at ten times the length.)

Putting a novel together is a bit like a cross between digging a ditch and assembling an immense jigsaw puzzle. The ditch-digging is the raw back-work of putting words in a row; the jigsaw puzzle is the art of matching up where the words and sentences should go. In first draft, ditch-digging predominates; in second and subsequent, the jigsaw puzzle comes to the fore. Maybe I should use a programming metaphor and talk about design, coding, and debugging, but that's a bit less of a universal experience -- still, it amounts to much the same.

Anyway: decompression. Decompression starts shortly after I email the manuscript to my editor and get a reply saying "that opened okay". It begins when I manage to internalize the sense that actually I've finished the thing and I don't need to obsessively focus on it any more. Sometimes it doesn't begun until I've overrun and written ten thousand words of sequel before forcing myself to stop. Sometimes I end up using up the energy to write a short story or novella. But there comes a time when I can stretch, blink stupidly, and think, why on earth am I sitting in front of this computer when I just finished the job?

("Because you're already planning the next one, stupid!")

Anyway, now I've handed the thing in, I can decompress a bit and get a life -- for at least a few days, until I have to get on a plane and head for Boston. I've just finished updating my schedule so that in addition to the panels I'm on, it includes little things like lunch dates with editors, unofficial book signings, and parties. And it peaks, on the Saturday at the worldcon, with a nine-hour day (before we get to go to the Hugo Loser's Party).

Decompress? Hah! The only decompression time I'm really going to get is on the airliner from Frankfurt to Boston, in an economy class seat (where there will be insufficient room to pull out a laptop and no internet bandwidth to speak of).

[Discuss conjose]



posted at: 20:24 | path: /fandom | permanent link to this entry

Well, that's done ...

I just finished and mailed off a new draft of a novel for Tor, "The Clan Corporate". Redrafting novels (or writing them in the first place) tends to get in the way of blogging, as do the other little aspects of having a life -- going swimming, watching movies, staining the new bookcases, tidying up the living room, that sort of thing. To make matters worse, there's a shiny new laptop sitting on my desk, waiting for me to move all my stuff across onto it. I'm tempted to do it right away, even though the additional gigabyte of memory it needs is still in the post. (And experience tells me that every time I configure/switch to a new laptop it bites a minimum of two days out of my schedule.) Because it's shiny, as shiny as only a 17" Powerbook can be.

I'm beginning to suspect that I may in fact be an incorrigible geek.

[Discuss toys]



posted at: 08:20 | path: /excuses | permanent link to this entry

Sat, 21 Aug 2004

More excuses

I've been away for a few days, again, hence the lack of updates.

The fringe reading and talk with Ken went fine, except for the little matter of the ticket office upstairs insisting to punters that no such event was taking place in this here building. As a result of which we were out-numbered by the audience, but by less than an order of magnitude. I'd like to thank our hosts, Word Power Books for their gracious and friendly hosting of the event.

Some time next week I may be migrating this weblog to my shiny new server. Not sure yet: pressure of time (I've got a novel to finish and a worldcon to prepare for) means that I won't be able to move everything over before I'm off for a couple of weeks in Boston and NYC. But don't be surprised if the response time on the weblog suddenly changes.

Meanwhile, I've just received my first ever Japanese reverse double taxation exemption claim form, a particular form of torture inflicted upon authors that is (thankfully) made slightly less of a torment by the willing assistance of their publishers. And I am informed that my next novel, "The Family Trade", may be coming out a few weeks late. Happy joy.

[Discuss writing]



posted at: 15:28 | path: /excuses | permanent link to this entry

Tue, 17 Aug 2004

Reading tonight

If you're in Edinburgh, I'm doing a reading and discussion about politics in SF with Ken MacLeod, organized by Word Power Books as one of their Festival Fringe events; it's at 7pm in venue 115, the Roxy Art House on Roxburgh Place. (It should be fun, even though there's no free wine this time.)

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posted at: 11:33 | path: /writing | permanent link to this entry

Mon, 16 Aug 2004

Bonded warehouse

(or: "Do you expect me to talk?" "No, Mister Stross, I expect you to blog!")

One of the perquisites of the writing job is the ability to claim weird and wonderful business expenses. I have just now taken delivery of an item which will raise eyebrows when the Inland Revenue notice -- a complete boxed (or rather, canned) set of all the James Bond movies, except for the revisionist "Casino Royale". I intend to claim them as a research item. Because the next novel I write (assuming nothing bumps it out of my priority stack) will hopefully do for Ian Fleming and the Broccoli franchise what The Atrocity Archives did for Len Deighton.

I'm about to head off to the US for a couple of weeks, and am otherwise preoccupied right now ... but an insane scheme is brewing in my mind, for October. Which is this: the Fleming novels are not, themselves, particularly long, running to roughly 70,000 words each. Why not spend an entire month on Bond? Each day, start by reading a novel. Then in the afternoon or evening, watch the corresponding movie.

And blog about it.

(In the personna of the Evil Overlord, of course ...)

I can see a few problems with this scheme already. For starters, the novels and the films were made in different sequences, and the later movies (after Fleming died) veered increasingly away from the original snob-infested spy caper format that Fleming left his stamp of authority on. Which takes precedence -- Ian Fleming's Mary-Sue adventure yarns (his ID number, as secretary to the Head of Naval Intelligence in the Admiralty during the Second World War was, tellingly, 007), or the Broccoli family's technofantasy series?

Also, although I read all the Bond novels when I was younger (not to mention taking in a biography or two of Fleming) I'll need to re-acquire the complete set and read them, too. And I'm not quite the voracious speed-reader I used to be. Skimming a Bond novel in a day is within my capacity, but doing any other useful work before or after might not be.

Finally, there's the most important problem: I might not survive the exercise with sanity intact. I might have to make the odd excursion in the direction of Austin Powers territory, just to keep the Evil Overlord from MST3K'ing the canon, or launching on Kennebunkport, or something. Because, and this is something of an embarrassing admission, I've come to look down my nose at Bond. He's a snob, a poseur, and a borderline sociopath. The world has changed: the individualist anti-hero (or gentleman amateur, if you want to damn Fleming's creation with faint praise) is no longer in demand. If he applied for a job with DI5 or GCHQ today he'd be politely turned away. The villains in the Bond canon are, invariably, more interesting and quirky than the hero.

So. What do you think I ought to do?

[Discuss Shaken, Also Stirred]



posted at: 17:19 | path: /misc | permanent link to this entry

Help!

Someone seems to think they own me ...

(Weirdness detected by Feorag)

[Discuss dumb]



posted at: 00:10 | path: /misc | permanent link to this entry

Sun, 15 Aug 2004

If the theory is broken, work harder to fix it

Back in the day -- oh, call it 1940 through 1970 -- a lot of science fiction made the tacit assumption that ESP (extra sensory perception) was real; ditto telepathy, telekinesis, a whole battery of "powers of the mind". Belief in ESP and related phenomena is still fairly widespread, despite a lack of strong and unequivocal supporting evidence and a host of people who, if posessed of such abilities, would be powerfully motivated to use them. (Contemplate your local prison population, the successful escape rate, and then consider what that says about the probable existence of "mind reading" powers in the general population ...)

A number of interesting hypotheses have been advanced to explain ESP. One of the most persuasive (to me, at any rate) is blindsight, the phenomenon of seeing things one is not consciously aware of; a lot of visual pre-processing appears to be done in the retina or the optic nerve, before any signal reaches the visual cortex. I can come up with any number of "just so stories" that explain (in the context of evolution) why it would be developmentally advantageous for a small furry mammal to be able to react rapidly to visual phenomena at an autonomic level, before its brain gets deeply involved in working out what the phenomenon represents. And blindsight gives us a decent explanation (at last!) for why we sometimes feel as if we're being watched -- we might not be conscious of directly observing someone watching us, but some bunch of synapses, hard-wired in our pre-hominid evolution to twitch if a predator is present, has just registered an alarm.

Meanwhile, on the flip side of the ESP-explaining world, we get things like this: String Theory, Universal Mind, and the Paranormal, by Brian D. Josephson, Department of Physics, University of Cambridge.

ABSTRACT: A model consistent with string theory is proposed for so-called paranormal phenomena such as extra-sensory perception (ESP). Our mathematical skills are assumed to derive from a special "mental vacuum state", whose origin is explained on the basis of anthropic and biological arguments, taking into account the need for the informational processes associated with such a state to be of a life-supporting character. ESP is then explained in terms of "shared thought bubbles" generated by the participants out of the "mental vacuum state". The paper concludes with a critique of arguments sometimes made claiming to rule out the possible existence of paranormal phenomena.

Wow: he's got them all. String theory, the anthropic principle, ESP, cartesian dualism resurrected with a big bang, even references to Penrose! This isn't so much a defense of the flat earth theory as a full-frontal attempt to prove that we're all living on the surface of an Alderson disc.

As a skeptic, I'm kind of irritated by the idea of invoking Big Physics™ to explain what's probably a psychological phenomenon. (And as a materialist, I'm really irritated.) But as an SF writer I'm overjoyed. Whee! A respectable gloss for a whole bunch of more-or-less discredited ideas that make the universe a bigger sandpit to build castles of the mind in! I'm going to milk this for a whole novel or three, if nobody comes along and kicks out the foundations from under it first. It is, after all, a perfect fit for the world of The Atrocity Archives, and the idea of writing a sequel has been on my mind of late ...

[Discuss writing]



posted at: 12:16 | path: /weird | permanent link to this entry

Fri, 13 Aug 2004

Noreascon 4

I'll be at Noreascon 4 next month, barring emergencies. If you want to see me, here's my provisional schedule (subject to change, does not list lunch engagements/parties, contents may settle during shipping, etcetera):

Thursday 2:00pm
Great (New!) British SF and Fantasy
Thursday 4:00pm
The Singularity and the Eschaton: Compare and Contrast
Friday 11:00am
Kaffeelatsch
Friday 1:00pm
Reading (0.5 hrs)
Friday 4:00pm
The Future of the News Media (may change)
Friday 5:00pm
Drunk on Technology?
Saturday 11:00am
Asimov's SF signing
Saturday 3:00pm
Novels You Write/Novels You Talk about in Bars
Saturday 5:00pm
Postcapitalist Social Mechanisms
Sunday 11:00am
Low Budget Independent SF Films
Sunday 12:00
Autographing
Sunday 3:00pm
Literary Beer
Sunday 5:00pm
The Pains (and Promises) of Rejection Slips
Monday 11:00am
Obsolete High Technology
Monday 1:00pm
Hitting "the Wall"

As noted, all of the above is subject to change. If you want to schedule some time with me and don't have my email address, use my contact form to send me a message.

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posted at: 18:40 | path: /fandom | permanent link to this entry

Thu, 12 Aug 2004

Not dead

Nope. Just had to disappear on a week-long road trip at very short notice, with virtually no time to spend on net access. Things should get back to normal(ish) in the next few days.



posted at: 17:55 | path: /excuses | permanent link to this entry

Thu, 05 Aug 2004

Electoral fraud in the USA

Yoshitsune has a personal anecdote about the way electoral fraud seems to work in the USA:

Today, around lunchtime, I went with my parents to the polls to vote in our primary election. When I got there, I found that I had somehow been removed from the books, and hence could not vote.

Frustrated, I took the day off work and my mom took me down to the Election Board at 18th and Walnut. When we got there, we found that the reason I was not on the books is that SOMEONE had sent in an address change card for me. I live near 76th and Troost, but the voting database now had me down as living at 52nd and Locust - I've NEVER lived there, and have in fact lived at this address all of my life ... It took about two hours, but the elections commission director straightened it out and I was finally able to vote. However, she told me why this has been happening, and it's very worrisome.

Apparently there are groups out there who buy copies of the voter registration rolls, then send in new registrations for registered voters giving them a new address. It's really a more sophisticated version of the whole thing with the felony lists in Florida in the last election - however, people aren't being REMOVED from the voting rolls, and hence there's no red flag being raised.

By the way, I'll just say that I think it's significant that I happen to live in a largely minority, heavily Democratic district in a swing state. You can draw your own conclusions from that.

This is a type of attack that could, in principle, hit the UK just as easily as the US. It can affect paper or electronic voting systems. It could be fixed trivially, by requiring the election board to mail a "did you want to change address?" letter to the original address, just to authenticate the data (with personal attendance as an alternative if the voter has already moved). The implication that some political groups view this kind of electoral fraud as a legitimate strategy is really disturbing -- because, if elected, they've already demonstrated their willingness to use illegal means to obtain and hold power.

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posted at: 16:33 | path: /politics | permanent link to this entry

Tue, 03 Aug 2004

Ignition!

In between other serious shit (don't ask) I'm keeping my spirits up by reading a rare-as-hen's-teeth copy of Ignition! An informal history of liquid rocket propellants, by John D. Clark. It's a wonderful source of insights into how rocket scientists got their reputation:

... But then Pino, in 1949, made a discovery that can fairly be described as revolting. He discovered that Butyl Mercaptan was very rapidly hypergolic with mixed acid. This naturally delighted Standard of California, whose crudes contained large quantities of mercaptans and sulfides which had to be removed in order to make their gasoline socially acceptable. So they had drums and drums of mixed butyl mercaptans, and no use for it. If they could only sell it for rocket fuel life would indeed be beautiful.

Well, it had two virtues, or maybe three. It was hypergolic with mixed acid, and it had a rather high density for a fuel. And it wasn't corrosive. But its performance was below that of a straight hydrocarbon, and its odor --! Well, its odor was something to consider. Intense, pervasive, and penetrating, and resembling the stink of an enraged skunk, but surpassing, by far, the best efforts of the most vigorous specimen of Mephitis mephitis. It also clings to the clothes and the skin. But rocketeers are a hardy breed, and the stuff was duly and successfully fired, although it is rumored that certain rocket mechanics were excluded from their car pools and had to run behind. Ten years after it was fired at the Naval Air Rocket Test Station -- NARTS -- the odor was still noticeable around the test areas. (And at NARTS, with more zeal than judgement, I actually developed an analysis for it!)

California Research had an extremely posh laboratory at Richmond, on San Francisco Bay, and that was where Pino started his investigations. But when he started working on the mercaptans, he and his accomplices were exiled to a wooden shack out in the boondocks at least two hundred yards from the main building. Undeterred and unrepentant, he continued his noisome endeavors, but it is very much worth noting that their emphasis had changed. His next candidates wer enot petroleum by-products, nor were they chemicals which were commercially available. They were synthesized, by his own crew, specifically for fuels. Here at the very beginning of the 50's, the chemists started taking over from the engineers, synthesizing new propellants (which were frequently entirely new compounds) to order, instead of being content with items off the shelf.

Anyhow, he came up with the ethyl mercaptal of acetaldehyde and the ethyl mercaptol of acetone, with the skeleton structures

                                      C
                                      |
C--C--S--C--S--C--C    and   C--C--S--C--S--C--C
         |                            |
         C                            C

respectively. The odor of these was not so much skunk-like as garlicky, the epitome and concentrate of all the back doors of all the bad Greek restaurants in all the world. And finally he surpassed himself with something that had a dimethylamino group attached to a mercaptan sulfur, and whose odor can't, with all the resources of the English language, even be described. It also drew flies. This was too much, even for Pino and his unregenerate crew, and they banished it to a hole in the ground another two hundred yards further out into the tule marshes. Some months later, in the dead of night, they surreptitiously consigned it to the bottom of San Francisco Bay.

They don't make 'em like that any more.

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posted at: 15:40 | path: /space | permanent link to this entry

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