Monthly Archives: June 2012

Read a book, reduce your sentence

June 27, 2012

File this one under F, for “Fucking great idea!” According to the ABC News website, Brazil has started a new program with its prison inmates, and it really is brilliant. It’s the kind of progressive thinking that we really need more of. Inmates in four prisons holding some of Brazil’s most notorious criminals will be able to read up to twelve works of literature, philosophy, science or classics per year and, if they write a book report on what they’ve read, they’ll get a four day sentence reduction for each read. That’s a potential 48 days off their sentence each year.

Prisoners will have up to four weeks to read a book and write an essay, and that essay must “make correct use of paragraphs, be free of corrections, use margins and legible joined-up writing”. It’s pretty obvious that for a lot of poor crimimals, from socially disadvantaged backgrounds, this will prove quite a challenge. After all, the poor and socially disadvantaged, and therefore uneducated, are more likely to end up in the penal system, so this isn’t something that is likely to come easily to most of them. But it gives them not only the opportunity, but also the incentive, to improve their reading and writing skills, better themselves and emerge from prison as an actually improved person. I think they should get more time off than four days per book. A total of a little over a month and half per year might not seem like much if you’re in for a long stretch. But the potential to reduce your sentence by, say, three months a year would be extremely appealing.

Of course, there are all kinds of possible problems and no guarantees of success. Some of the most educated people in the world are nasty bastards with no regard for their fellow human. Mind you, most of those end up in politics rather than prison. (Try the veal.)

But this is a fantastic idea and I really hope it works. I think it will.

A special panel will decide which inmates are eligible to participate in the program dubbed Redemption Through Reading. And that’s a great name for a great concept.

Well done, Brazil. Have a cookie.


AHWA Short Story and Flash Fiction Competition winners

June 25, 2012

Well, it’s all official. The results for this year’s AHWA Short Story and Flash Fiction Competition are as follows:


WINNER: “Always a Price”, Joanne Anderton
HONOURABLE MENTION: “Life, Death and Customer Service”, Nicholas Stella


WINNER: “Blood Lilies”, Shauna O’Meara
HONOURABLE MENTION: “Fragments of a Botanical Journal”, Matthew J Morrison

(more info here

Congrats to the winners, and well done to all who entered. The whole thing was blind judged, so myself, Felicity Dowker and Jason Fischer had no idea who’s work we were reading and judging. Kudos to Martin Livings for wrangling all of that like a pro. I was very happy to see that we picked Jo Anderton to win the short story contest, because she’s not only a good friend, but a tremendous writer. She pipped me recently for the Best New Talent Ditmar and has been getting Aurealis Award nominations and all sorts of good stuff. She really deserves this win – her story is excellent. And I’m very pleased to see Shauna take out the flash competition, with another excellent entry. Both will see publication in Midnight Echo magazine soon and will also get a winners trophy.

Many thanks to fellow judges Felicity Dowker and Jason Fischer for making this fairly mammoth task a fairly painless experience.


Maintain the rage

June 25, 2012

I’ve noticed a funny thing over the past couple of weeks, and ended up becoming embroiled in it a little bit myself. The vast majority of reports I’ve read about Prometheus share my total incredulity at just how shit a film it is. Seriously, lots of people are quite rightly ranting about just how awful it is.

However, there are a lot of people out there who enjoyed it. I don’t really understand how anyone could enjoy such a flawed “story”, however pretty it looked, but there you go. It worked for them, so fair enough. Now here’s the funny thing: a lot of those people have started attacking those of us who hated it.

“Why can’t you leave us alone?” they ask.

“Why can’t you just let people like what they want to like?” they ask.

Well, you can like whatever you want. But I will be quite vocal about how I find that bloody weird and have no idea how a person finds enjoyment in it. Just like some people believe there’s a giant spirit daddy in the sky who cares about them. That kind of willful ignorance astounds me, but whatever floats your boat. Believe what you like.

However, just as it’s your right to claim enjoyment or belief in these things, it’s equally my right to exclaim my dislike of them and my astonishment that anyone could find them good/real/likeable, etc..

“It’s offensive,” people cry! “You shouldn’t offend people’s opinions.”

Why not? Their opinion offends me. Where’s the outcry about people offending me with their claim that Prometheus was a good film? (Well, actually, this is it, right here.) I find the film and its defenders offensive – not as people, but in that particular opinion. It doesn’t mean I hate everything about that person. The vast majority of these people are decent, intelligent, upstanding folk. But they have one particular view that I find nonsensical. If they’re allowed to freely state that view, why is it offensive for me to counter it?

You might have realised by now that I’m no fan of tolerance. Tolerance is a bollocks word, in my opinion (you’re free to disagree with me). Tolerance means tolerating something. Tolerating something means putting up with it, even though we disagree or don’t like it. It’s too often used as a shield against debate. We have to tolerate religious intrusions into secular life, for example, while we still speak out against them. We have to tolerate the idiocy of the lowest common denominator setting the bar for all of us. But tolerance is not the same as respect.

Yes, we’re all in this game of life together and we have to get along, so we do tolerate all those things and more, in as much as it’s everyone’s right to hold whatever view they choose and we can’t tell them to change. Nor can we force them to change, and people who use their view as an excuse to harm or oppress other people are fuckwits who are quite rightly villified. But “tolerance” doesn’t mean we have to agree. Nor does it mean we have to respect those views (and you don’t have to respect mine). It doesn’t mean we can’t speak out against them. Those people also have to tolerate our view too, which we can state as readily as they can.

Obviously, I believe in maintaining the rage (you’re free to believe otherwise and you’re free to tell me so). Without a righteous fury we’d be walked all over. It’s when people stand up and say, “Enough of this shit!” that things change.

I maintain my right to rage.

I maintain my right to expect quality.

I maintain my right to lament crappy stuff.

Let’s go back to the Prometheus thing, and the upset among people who enjoyed it. The upset is with the many being so vocal in lambasting it for being a terrible film. Sure, if you enjoyed it, that’s fine. But you enjoyed it despite all its flaws. You ignored the completely insane actions of the characters, the numerous plot holes, the completely nonsensical premise of the whole thing. You sat there and you enjoyed a $200 million senseless spectacle. Good for you. I’m glad you had a good time, I really am.

But I expect more – especially from someone with the credentials of Ridley Scott, playing in the well-loved Alien franchise. I can’t enjoy what was indeed a fantastic looking film when the characters are complete idiots. I can’t enjoy the incredible special effects when the “story” appears to have been vomited out by a drunken chimp. And I have every right to question the people who can enjoy it despite those things. I will defend to the death your right to your opinion, but I will still question it.

It’s not a character judgment. It’s not an insult to the core of your being. I’m not questioning your right to an opinion or your validity as a person. I’m questioning one particular position you maintain: How can you enjoy such a terrible story, regardless of how good it looks? And if your defence is simply, “Fuck it, I like to turn my brain off and enjoy a pretty movie” then okay. (But seriously, how do you do that!?)

However you do manage to enjoy it, don’t try to tell us it’s a good movie. Don’t try to tell us that the screwed up story and idiot characters don’t matter, or aren’t there. Don’t tell us we can’t lambast that shite and all who enjoy it for being a part of the problem. You’re still good people – we just disagree with you about this. We might disagree with you about other things too. Don’t get upset when we rage against the crap we endured while we expected something better. There’s far too much spectacle over substance in Hollywood, and I’m getting sick of it. Cut back a few dollars on the special effects budget and hire a good writer who will tell a kickass story. In the meantime, we’re going to be pissed off at the rubbish stories that keep getting peddled out.

It’s our right to rage against a terrible film and you have to tolerate that.

NB: I don’t claim to be a flawless, master storyteller, but I constantly strive to write good stories that make sense, with believable characters. If I write shit, I want you to tell me about it, so I can work on getting better.


Judgment Is Coming

June 24, 2012

After the horrible burn that was Prometheus, I’m very cautious about getting too excited for upcoming films. But there are two things this year I can’t help anticipating. The Dark Knight Rises and Judge Dredd. Based on this new trailer, I have a rising sense of excitement for Judge Dredd. It could actually be very good… Fingers crossed.


Guest post – The Freebie-Jeebies

June 22, 2012

Today I have a guest post from “Anonymous”. I’m happy to host the occasional anonymous post when a harsh truth needs to be shared. And the subject of this post is something I’ve experienced myself from time to time over the years. Since Anonymous had a book come out a couple of months ago, they’ve discovered a strange yet not uncommon attitude among many people close to them. Many of their workmates, friends and family have expressed a desire for a copy of Anonymous’s book. The vast majority of those people are wonderful folk who, when told where they can purchase a copy, are more than happy to trot off and do exactly that. But there is a percentage of people, larger than you might think, who expect, on asking, a free copy of the book. Like they simply deserve one for… what? Just being there? Knowing you? Like it’s a favour, in a, “Sure, I’ll take one!” kinda way. But no, that’s very much not the case, as Anonymous eloquently explains below:

The Freebie-Jeebies


Simply not wanting a book at all is a totally different matter to asking for a free book. If you don’t want a book, that’s fine, you needn’t buy one. Although I would ask: if a writer can’t rely on friends and family to shell out for their book, who can they rely on?

Similarly, not being able to afford a book is obviously nothing to be ashamed of and not something anyone should apologise for or feel hassled about. If you can’t afford a book, you needn’t buy one.

And lastly, if an author/publisher actually approaches you and says “Here! I’d like to give you this free book!” that is, of course, also totally fine. Take it. Take it and run.

So, we’re working on these assumptions: you know someone who wrote a book, you want the book your friend wrote, you can afford to obtain a copy, and the author/publisher has not offered you a free copy of their own volition – but you want a free copy. You wants it, you wants your precious, and you does not wants to paysies.

Many people I know spend an astonishing amount of money each day on assorted items of whatever (y’know – three lattes, two Sauv Blancs, a burger and fries, a trashy magazine, and a lemon slice later) without batting an eyelid. Now, people may spend their hard-earned money on whatever they like, that’s not the issue – I’m not suggesting people cut down on their caffeine consumption so they can altruistically increase their word intake for the greater good (the greater good).

The issue is: do you know how insulting it is to have your friends (or even just your associates, acquaintances, and that man who just walked past you on the street eating his own navel lint) say to your face that they don’t want to spend a far smaller amount on your book than the amount they spend on trivialities every day; that they want a copy, but that they expect it to be free? Can you see how that might feel a little…I don’t know…rude to the writer whose ol’ buddy ol’ pal is saying such things to them? It says that you don’t truly believe a book has value. That’s what it says. It says that you don’t truly believe my book has value. That’s a horrible thing to say to a writer, and I don’t think anyone would really want to come right out and say that – but they do say it, when they ask for a free copy and express incredulity when said free copy is not forthcoming.

Books do have value. Writing is not something everyone could do if they only had a little more time. It’s a specialised skill, it involves a lot of sacrifice and pure hard work, it contributes much to our society, and it has value. You may have noticed I feel quite strongly about this. Did I mention books have value?

Please also understand that a “free” book is not free at all. Ever. Never ever. Even reviewers don’t get free books. They get books in exchange for payment, just like everyone else (and in the case of ARCs – Advance Review Copies – they accept pre-publication books, warts and all, with possible typos, non-essential bits missing, etc). The difference between their payment and everyone else’s is that their payment comes in the form of them most likely writing a review which may be suitable for use for promotional purposes (i.e. TO SELL MORE BOOKS). Reviewers put a helluva lot of time and effort into what they do. They don’t get free books. They work for their books, just like writers work to write books.

Books don’t grow on magical book trees planted in writers’ backyards. Someone has to pay for that copy you want, and if that someone isn’t you, then it will either be the publisher (who, if they’re a small publisher, almost certainly can’t afford it, especially when multiplied by the number of people who want one), or the writer. You’re asking the publisher/writer to buy their own product so that you can enjoy it without paying. Does that sound fair? Does it sound logical within the context of a business model?

If a writer does happen to have copies of their own books lying around, they’ve probably paid for them (aside from the allocated number of copies they got from their publisher as a form of payment for writing the thing, which will probably not be a massive number of books, and which the writer may understandably want to keep for their own purposes or to distribute to reviewers). So no, you can’t just have one for free from their stash. Again, you’re asking them to buy their own book for you to read. Hey, they might choose to gift you one for whatever reason, in which case, yay; but if they don’t, don’t just demand one like it’s your due.

Things I haven’t said often enough yet: books have value. There’s no such thing as a free book.

People seem to think this sort of behaviour is ok when it comes to the arts. It isn’t. If you were a builder, I wouldn’t expect you to give me a free house, especially as a friend. So don’t ask me for free books.

Now go buy my book.


Prometheus – what a pile of shite

June 18, 2012

Blade Runner is still the greatest movie of all time. Alien is still the benchmark movie by which all space-horror should be measured. It’s hard to believe that the man who brought us these amazing films is also responsible for the execrable mess that is the long-awaited Prometheus. I saw this movie last night and I’m still angry about it. I had to teach a tai chi class this morning and it was hard because underlying my calm, professional exterior was a seething, unavoidable rage at a film that couldn’t have been more shit if it actually tried to be the shittest film ever made. There will be spoilers here, but don’t worry – you should save your money and not see the film anyway. But I’m assuming most people have seen it already.

From a simple film-making point of view, it was a stunning achievement. The design, the effects, the atmosphere were all excellent. But that matters not when the story makes no sense. Seriously, a script written by randomly pulling letter tiles from the Scrabble bag would be more coherent. Now, before anyone thinks I’m totally missing the point, I know it’s a massive allegory for Creationism with an extremely heavy Christian agenda, brutally mixed with various other mythologies. It is written by Damon Lindelof, after all, who brought us the atrociously unacceptable Christian Shepherd ending to Lost. (Talking of scripts that make no fucking sense.) That allegory would annoy me anyway, in this case even more so as it’s rammed down our throats like a face-huggers egg tube. But I might be prepared to forgive the great exogenesis bullshit if it was tied into a credible story. But it’s not. It’s so far from a credible story that the film should be called The Great Incredible Anti-Story.

It should have been awesome. The cast are one solid bunch of capable professionals, but they can’t be expected to save a film when the script is delivered to them as shit stains carefully shaped into letters on used toilet paper. That’s the only way I can imagine that this script was “written”. The character inconsistencies and plot holes in this film are breath-taking. I’ll just look at the first few things we see:

We open with a possible Earth and a huge, white, muscly alien dude drinking some goo that disintegrates him and seeds the planet with his DNA. Okay, I was prepared to buy that – there are surely better ways to mix their DNA with the goo, but if they use this whole sacrifice method, then sure. It’s absurd, but I’ll roll with for now.

Cut to humans investigating cave paintings. They spot a recurring theme – big dudes pointing at six dots. With absolutely no evidence or explanation whatsoever, this is interpreted by a Christian scientist as an invite by Von Daniken’s aliens to come and visit. Why!? What possible reason could there be to immediately assume that’s an invite? Well, we’re told later in the film, “Because that’s what I choose to believe.” Fuuuuuck!

Anyway, this is enough to trigger a trillion dollar expedition to the planet in question. Wait, they found a planet in the vastness of infinite interstellar space using a cave painting of six dots? Yes, they did. Apparently. Because “plot”.

So they fly there and there’s this moon, right, and that’s where they’ve been invited to. So they break orbit, cruise in, see a big mountain and say, “Let’s cruise that valley.” They turn a corner and voila! There’s the alien installation. How do you instantly find the correct valley on a planet the SIZE OF A PLANET!? On top of this, we later learn that this isn’t the homeworld of these big, white, muscly alien sacrificial DNA vendors, but it’s actually a massive production depot for weapons of mass destruction that they intend to use to destroy humanity. Why did the cave paintings “invite” humans to their massive WMD moon? What the fuck possible reason could they have for that? Anyway, back to the timeline. (Bear in mind that I’m only a few minutes into the film at this point.)

The crew immediately decide to explore this installation and send off these 3D mapping drones. Without waiting for the mapping to be finished or for any explanation of why the air is suddenly breathable and not full of pathogens, they take off their helmets and start running around inside, because complete lack of science or any kind of brain.

Suddenly and for no discernible reason, a holographic history lesson starts up and tells them things they need to know, because “plot”. Incidentally, this same inexplicable hologram happens later, giving androidDavid the password flute tune he needs to operate all the things. Yes, you read that right. Aliens with massively advanced technology turn their computer systems on with a quick tootle on a flute. Sure, that could be conceived as a very clever password system, assuming you don’t have a randomly triggered hologram show up and give that password to anyone who happens to come along. Why were there holograms of past events showing up all over the place!?

Anyway, back to the opening twenty minutes of the film. Our intrepid selection of the most unscientific scientists ever assembled discover the fossilised remains of a big alien. The geologist immediately freaks out and says, “I’m only here for money and rocks, fuck this noise” and says he’s going back to the ship. He asks if anyone else is going and the biologist says, “Yep, fuck this noise.” The biologist! The one who is presumably along on the trip because he’s really into biology and that, yet he’s not going to investigate a new, alien species. So off they fuck. And even though the geologist is the one with the mapping drones, and even though those drones are live-feeding a three-dimensional layout of the entire complex to the ship, and even though the ship is in constant contact with everyone and can see on the map exactly where everyone is at all times, the geologist and the biologist get lost and inexplicably left behind.

They end up stuck there as a convenient plotstorm comes out of nowhere and decide to wait it out in a scary room full of inexplicably replicating alien goo. Then a weird alien snake thing appears. The biologist, who was moments ago terrified of a 2,000 year old fossilised humanoid, is suddenly and inexplicably besotted with this up-standing, threatening, hooded, hissing alien snake thing. After all, he’s a biologist, so he’d know you never have to be concerned when a snake thing that pops out its hood stands up and starts hissing at you. That’s completely unthreatening. So he tries to play with it and it kills him. And sprays acid blood on the geologist. All because “plot”, of course. Incidentally, said geologist, who dies facedown in the goo, comes back later as a violent zombie-hulk thing. For no reason at all he travels back to the ship all folded over like some contortion-zombie showing off his crazy, uncanny crab walk, then just stands up and fights everyone like a normal zombie-hulk until he’s burned to a crisp. And just going back to that snake thing – where did it come from anyway? We can only assume it spontaneously evolved from the black goo in a couple of hours because.

Anyway, I’m going to stop now. You’ll have a pretty good idea of just how fucking awful this movie is and I’ve barely scratched the surface of plot holes and character stupidity – people who see worms in their eyes but don’t seek medical help, for example. Or people who die because they can’t turn left or right while running. And so on. Not to mention the complete lack of any consistency in any of the “science” randomly thrown at the film like poo from the monkey cage.

Other people have done excellent work deconstructing this piece of shite from various angles:

This post does an excellent job of exploring the allegory, even though the allegory is senseless and is hammered home at the expense of all story and characterisation.

This post is an excellent exploration of many of the plot holes, including several that I’ve mentioned here.

This post explores the massively mysoginistic plot basis.\

And this four minute video covers a lot, but certainly not all, of the plot holes and nonsensical “story”:

I am so fucking angry with Ridley Scott right now. After being so excited about this movie, it couldn’t have been worse if it tried.


Writer’s prompt – phrase book page D

June 15, 2012

I see things all around me in everyday life that trigger ideas for stories. I’m regularly snapping photos, making notes, recording voice memos and so on. Evernote for iPhone is a tremendous tool, which lets me takes notes as text, attach links, photos, video and voice recordings and sync them to my laptop for later. And I still carry a pad and pen pretty much everywhere, of course. Anyway, I thought I’d start sharing some of those story prompts here. After all, for everything I find inspiring, I’m sure many other writers will find equal inspiration in it. Or maybe not. Hopefully they’ll get something completely different out of it than I do.

So today, it’s a page from a French language phrse book. My wife has been studying up on her French lately and she read out this page of D words and said, “Hell, there’s got to be a story in there, right?” It is a delicious selection of words that immediately got me thinking. So maybe it’ll work for you and your writerly friends too. Enjoy!


Continuum 8, NatCon 51 report

June 12, 2012

I have to be honest, this is going to be a fairly lame report. Don’t get me wrong, the con was awesome, the programming stream was excellent and huge fun was had by one and all. It’s just that my brain is jelly and there’s so much to do, but I did want to mention a few personal highlights.

As for my own involvement in things, I enjoyed all the panels I was on. The discussions about ebooks and the future of reading devices were both fascinating debates and I learned a lot along with taking part. The New Faiths For New Worlds panel, where we discussed religion in worldbuilding was perhaps my favourite of the panels I took part in. It was a really interesting exploration of how to get it right and what mistakes people make in weaving religion well into their cultural worldbuilding rather than simply slapping it on the side or rebadging our own religions and shoehorning them into the narrative. As a snapshot example, David Eddings (Belgariad) copped a lot of flack for fucking it up and George R R Martin (A Song Of Ice And Fire) got kudos for doing it well.

My workshop on writing fight scenes was very sparsely attended but good nonetheless, and I hope those who did attend got something from it. I have to admit that I was heinously hungover for that, but I don’t think it showed too much. I also had a fairly savage stomach bug, so the start of the con was hard work indeed, but thankfully I came good by Saturday and all was well.

I was on a reading panel with Kelly Link, Jenny Blackford and Tansy Rayner Roberts which was also good fun. I read last and it’s probably just as well, as the three before me all read things that were not nearly as dirty and grim and sweary as my stuff (I read an excerpt from The Darkest Shade Of Grey) and I think I kinda brought the tone down a bit. But I did get a lot of positive feedback from attendees afterwards, so that’s good. People like the dark stuff.

My other official duty was launching the debut collection by Melbourne writer and very good friend, Felicity Dowker. Her collection of short fiction, Bread & Circuses, which I’ve mentioned here before, is brilliant. It was my first time being the official launcher for a book, so I was a bit nervous about it, but I think it went very well. Jack Dann congratulated me on it afterwards, so I must have been doing something right if the launchmaster himself approved. Felicity gave a great reading and then sold and signed loads of books, so the event was definitely a very well-attended win.

In between all that I got to listen in on a variety of other excellent panels and readings – I was always doing something and kept missing things I wanted to see, which is the sign of a well programmed con.

The awards night was another highlight. Kirstyn McDermott and Ian Mond did an excellent job of MCing the whole thing and bringing it in under time. I’ll post a list of winners at the end of this post. I was nominated, but I didn’t win. I have no concerns about that, though, as I lost to Joanne Anderton, who is a lovely person and absolutely deserving of the win. I even told her she would win, as I was sure she would, but she wouldn’t believe me till it happened.

Otherwise there was much drinking, eating, talking, drinking, laughing and drinking. The usual con stuff. And, as always, it was all over too soon and I felt like I hardly had more than a few seconds with anyone. Well done to the Continuum committee for a superb event and here’s to the next one!

Following are all the Award winners, taken from the Continuum 8 site.

Congratulations to the all the winners of the Australian SF awards, presented Sunday evening.

The A Bertram Chandler Award: Richard Harland

The Norma K Hemming Award: AA Bell, for Hindsight, and Sara Douglass, for The Devil’s Diadem

The Peter McNamara Award: Bill Congreve

The Chronos Awards:

Best Long Fiction:
The Last Days of Kali Yuga, Paul Haines (Brimstone Press)

Best Short Fiction:
The Past is a Bridge Best Left Burnt, Paul Haines (in The Last Days of Kali Yuga)

Best Fan Writer:
Jason Nahrung

Best Fan Artist:
Rachel Holkner

Best Fan Written Work:
Tiptree, and a collection of her short stories, Alexandra Pierce (in Randomly Yours, Alex)

Best Fan Artwork:
Blue Locks, Rebecca Ing (Scape 2)

Best Fan Publication:
The Writer and the Critic, Kirstyn McDermott and Ian Mond

Best Achievement:
Conquilt, Rachel Holkner and Jeanette Holkner (Continuum 7)

The Infinity Award, for overwhelming contribution to Australian SF: Merv Binns

The Ditmar Awards:

Best Novel
The Courier’s New Bicycle, Kim Westwood (HarperCollins)

Best Novella or Novelette
“The Past is a Bridge Best Left Burnt”, Paul Haines, in The Last Days of Kali Yuga (Brimstone Press)

Best Short Story
“The Patrician”, Tansy Rayner Roberts, in Love and Romanpunk (Twelfth Planet Press)

Best Collected Work
The Last Days of Kali Yuga by Paul Haines, edited by Angela Challis (Brimstone Press)

Best Artwork
“Finishing School”, Kathleen Jennings, in Steampunk!: An Anthology of Fantastically Rich and Strange Stories (Candlewick Press)

Best Fan Writer
Robin Pen, for “The Ballad of the Unrequited Ditmar”

Best Fan Artist
Kathleen Jennings, for work in Errantry ( including “The Dalek Game”

Best Fan Publication in Any Medium
The Writer and the Critic, Kirstyn McDermott and Ian Mond

Best New Talent
Joanne Anderton

William Atheling Jr Award for Criticism or Review
Alexandra Pierce and Tehani Wessely, for reviews of Vorkosigan Saga, in Randomly Yours, Alex



June 4, 2012

The Aussie Spec Fic Snapshot has taken place three times over the past eight years. In 2005, Ben Peek spent a frantic week interviewing 43 people in the Australian spec fic scene, and since then, it’s grown every time, now taking a team of interviewers working together to accomplish. In the lead up to Continuum 8 in Melbourne, the team will be blogging interviews for Snapshot 2012.

Read all about where to find the Snapshots here. There are also links there to excellent memorial Snapshots of Paul Haines and Sara Douglass, to open this year’s series.

I’ve been Snapshotted myself, and you can find my interview here. Enjoy!



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