Well, they must be protecting little 6-year-old Bobbie Joe or somebody from the awful awful, um, dots… See “NIPPLEGATE”
Seriously… This is BAD!
This is FINE.
Of course, you see the difference. Right?
Well, they must be protecting little 6-year-old Bobbie Joe or somebody from the awful awful, um, dots… See “NIPPLEGATE”
Seriously… This is BAD!
This is FINE.
Of course, you see the difference. Right?
My 1993 Nebula-Award-nominated novel, The Pure Cold Light, has returned in .mobi and .epub formats at Book View Cafe at $4.99 for your Nook, Kindle, or iPad. (It’ll appear later at Amazon and B&N, but why not support an independent online genre-wide bookstore?) I was somewhat taken aback in prepping it for ebook format how weirdly prescient was some of what I thought to be pure dark satire. This adultscience fiction thriller set mostly in a near-future or alternate Hieronymus-Boschian Philadelphia garnered a fair bit of praise its first time around:
“The Pure Cold Light delivers all that a thriller junkie could ask for (and) sounds like horror or magical realism but Frost’s prose is closer to Neal Stephenson’s Snow Crash—hip, tough, and funny.”
-SFRA Review #214
“…read this one for it bizarre details, complex background, its extremity, and its humane sympathy for people caught up in a world where public betrayal is a daily fact and the best most can hope for is survival.”
-John Kessel, F&SF “Short Takes”
“[Frost] takes us over familiar territory, but does it expertly, and the destination…is unexpected.”
-Aboriginal Science Fiction
“Author Gregory Frost imagines a nightmarish future where the world is run by a drug-pushing, media-managing, government-corrupting multinational corporation…far out even by science-fiction standards.”
-Philadelphia Inquirer
I often try to explain to writing workshop classes the concept of the brouillon: That’s the French equivalent of the English “first draft,” except that the French term is related to the verb for “to disorder, to scramble.” I am a brouillon writer, no question. But, you know, sometimes just seeing somebody’s naked process is worth a thousand abstractions. So here, posted for the enrichment of all, are excerpts from Kristin Cashore’s Bitterblue. Here is a process forged from the chaos of writing, longhand, in notebooks…and still arriving at a remarkable finished product.
http://kristincashore.blogspot.com/2012/12/pictures-of-book-being-made.html
-gf