Catching Up

It has been a while since I posted, but it’s been a busy few weeks, and something had to give. There have been out-of-town guests, and Worldcon, and preparing for out-of-town guests, and recovering from Worldcon, and just trying to get back on track with my writing projects. And now it’s football season and there are all those games to watch…


So, Brian, you went to Worldcon. How was that?

So glad you asked. I am happy to report that, unlike Comic-con, there were no dessert-related disasters. In fact, there were no disasters at all. I wouldn’t say this was the best Worldcon I’ve ever attended, but it was by far not the worst.

The main problem I had was that (like Comic-con) you couldn’t get into any panels. The rooms chosen for most events were just too darn small. Even when we could get a seat, the room was SRO, and often we couldn’t get in at all. Please concoms, I know this is a tough deal (I’ve done it), but it doesn’t do any good to present exciting programming if people can’t get into the room to see it!

The other problem was simply one inherent in large cons: I couldn’t see the people I wanted to see. Specifically, I had hoped to connect with GOH Spider Robinson, because he was GOH at a con I chaired a looooong time ago. But due to circumstances, some beyond my control, that didn’t happen. Ah, well.

On the other hand, I did connect with several old friends from Northern California I rarely see, and that was special. One friend, attending her first Worldcon, even volunteered and may have discovered an inner geek that she (or at least I) never knew existed. It will be interesting to see where this goes.

I also found the dealer’s room quite intriguing, with quite enough booksellers to satisfy even one such as I–and by waiting to the last day, I scored several books I’d been looking for at a bargain price! (Then I had to ship them home, which was another matter…)

The high point, though, had to be the exhibit and programming surrounding Ghost of Honor Bob Wilkins, the legendary host of Creature Features, which formed so much of my youth. Seeing clips of Bob from the old days brought back happy memories, and maybe I even shed a nostalgic tear.

All in all, it was an enjoyable, if exhausting, experience. It may have to last me a while, since the next two Worldcons are overseas, and absent a Hugo nomination, I may not be able to attend. (Note to self: Write a Hugo-worthy story tonight.)

Speaking of writing, I am roughly 15% of the way into my latest book, and plowing ahead. I also have a story awaiting first-round editing, so that’s exciting. (That’s the word I want, right, “exciting”? Because “terrifying” also suggests itself…)

Oh, and I almost forgot: The Stolen Future and Nemesis novels are still on sale for $.99 for a limited time! Early Christmas shopping, anyone?

Busy as a bee, that’s me. I can’t wait for the distant day I can retire and write full-time. Then I’ll have time to relax, right?



End of Summer Sale

To celebrate the end of summer (wait, does anyone ever celebrate the end of summer?), I’ve put all of my Stolen Future and Nemesis books on sale at $.99 each. That means The Invisible City, The Secret City, and The Cosmic City, as well as The Choking Rain, The Scent of Death, and The Killing Scar. Each one $.99! That’s three books for the price of one!

Whether you’re looking for classic science fiction adventure or two-fisted pulp action from the 1930s, this is your chance to pick up some great reading at a really great price! I mean, would you rather read this or that Shakespeare guy your English teacher assigned?


If you’re in the mood for something (really) short and funny, check out my story, “Life is a String of Cherries,” in the Martian magazine. It’s a tale of devious scheming, pet care, and poetic justice–all in 100 words!


Hello. I’ve been off-page for the past couple of weeks due to circumstances beyond my control, but they appear to have been resolved and now I’m back. Time will tell if this is a good thing. Moving on…

I’ve started a new novel. Not the new novel I was starting the last time I said I was starting a new novel, this is a new new novel. On the other hand, it’s going back to an old idea. So it’s kind of a hybrid, a new novel with old characters. In TV terms, it’s a spin-off.

I’m returning to the world of the Stolen Future trilogy, but this book takes place between the first and second volumes of that series, and the lead character there, Keryl Clee, doesn’t appear at all. (If you’ve read The Invisible City, you know why; otherwise, I don’t believe in spoilers.) This book is about Keryl’s best friend, Timash, who happens to be a gorilla, and therein lies the “new experiment” part of this endeavor.

You see, I’ve never written a book before with a non-human viewpoint character. Timash  is a gorilla from a time when at least some apes have been gifted with human-level intelligence, but he’s still a gorilla, and they’re not common. In fact, most are hidden. So people treat him differently. Those differences haven’t been explored much in the prior books because it wasn’t Timash’s story, but this is.

How is he going to be treated? How will he react to it? Am I going to be able to write a non-human hero who comes across as a non-human? I have no idea the answers to any of these questions. To be honest, I’m only starting to think about them. I do know that Timash has an arc; one of the advantages of working within a prescribed framework established by previous books is that I know where the character is headed.

It’s always a challenge to try to create something new, while preserving enough continuity that you carry your audience with you. And I doubt it will be easy.

But it should be fun, and that’s what counts!


There’s no question that it’s tough to get around the San Diego Comic-Con. I mean, it’s what, 150,000 in one (huge) building? And that’s not counting all the security staff, which has to run to several hundred. (And very nice people, too.)

So it goes without saying that if you want to do anything more in your two, three, or four days than stand in line with 14 Spider-Men and a Magneto in a Speedo (don’t ask. Please don’t ask), you need a plan. Your plan needn’t be terribly specific, more a set of guidelines, to know how to get where you want to be and see what you want to see.

Obviously, if your dream is to see the cast of “The Avengers” in Hall H, then you’re either going to have to camp out all night or, using the new system, get in line really early in the morning and stay for as long as it takes to get to your panel. (Note to SDCC: Guys, it’s the 21st century. Surely you can come up with a better plan…) The same goes, to a lesser degree, for Hall 20. But if that’s not you, I have a few suggestions on how to get the most bang for your buck and enjoy this convention like you would any other.

First, there is practically a side convention going on outside the convention center. Booths and displays are set up across the street. Storefronts have been set up in the Gaslamp, and function rooms in adjoining hotels. There are now panels in the public library (which I recommend you tour just because it’s so awesome, particularly if you’re a baseball fan). They don’t require a badge, and there are enough to fill an entire day.

Second, go to other panels. There are panels at Comic-con which are not held in Halls H or 20. They are really good, and they don’t require standing in line for four hours. (Although given the number of people around, it’s not surprising that they can and do fill up; still, we managed to get into 80% of what we wanted with little to no trouble.)

Lastly, and certainly not least, is the dealer’s room, that ginormous Bat-cave of comic books, movie ads, t-shirts, toys, art, and (to a surprising degree this year) books. If you’ve ever been, you know that the dealer’s room is more packed than a Tokyo subway. And it’s not just the fans, it’s their costumes, the strollers, and the motorized scooters. (Watch out for the latter, particularly in you’re in costume, because they’re not looking out for you. Someday a stroller and a scooter are going to collide and the ensuing traffic jam will collapse into a black hole.)

But there are ways around this conglomeration: (a) Come in on Wednesday, preview day, and never go back; or (b) wait until after 5:30 in the evening. The room closes at 7:00, but by about 5:45, many people have wandered off to find dinner. At that point, it’s easy to explore for over an hour without fear of being trampled, and if it takes more than an hour to see what you want, come back the next day and do it again.

So, yeah, SDCC’s really freaking big, and that’s my main knock against it. But this year I started to discover the cracks between the walls, and to my surprise, there’s a convention there I can actually enjoy. You simply have to wait until the crowd files into Hall H so that  you can see it.



Another Summer Sale!

Starting today and running all weekend, the first book in the Nemesis series, The Choking Rain, is available for free on Amazon. This is your chance to live in the days of the Great Depression–but not as they were, as they should have been, with all of the excitement, danger, and suspense of the pulp era that featured greats like The Shadow and Doc Savage, and led directly to The Batman, Superman, James Bond, and all the rest.

The Choking Rain finds Los Angeles in terror after a mysterious epidemic of stranglings occurs on city streets in broad daylight and in front of witnesses–but no murderer can be seen. When an ex-fighter pilot breaks up an attempt to kill his own sister, he finds himself entangled in an international plot to sabotage the 1932 Olympic Games–a plot that is only preparation for a scheme that will leave the entire world cowering in fear of invisible assassins with their hands wrapped around every man’s throat…

The Choking Rain is the first book to feature Nemesis, a mysterious and relentless enemy of crime, a man who shows the world a thousand faces, none of them his own. In The Scent of Death, he must travel to the exotic East to find a missing diplomat, and in The Killing Scar, his past returns to haunt him in the form of a fanatical scientist bent on claiming victory in a war that has yet to begin.

Nemesis has vowed that he will fight against the strong on the part of the oppressed for so long as he draws breath…and he is not about to allow being dead to stand in his way.



One of the things I like to do at Comic-con (largely because it drives TBH to distraction) is to visit the comic book dealers (you know, the people for whom the convention’s dealer’s room was originally envisioned) and point out which of the back issues they have on display that I have at home. TBH knows that as soon as we find a dealer, I will be standing back, pointing: “I’ve got that one, and that one, and both of those…”

And then she points out, in all correctness, that if I had all of those issues in the same condition as those that are on display, we’d be retired and spending our weekends in Saint Lucia instead of San Diego. Because it’s not a matter of what issues you have (or in some tragic cases had), but a matter of whether they’re still fresh enough that anyone will pay for them.* Which brings me to the question:

Where do these dealers get these issues that are in such great shape? And I’m talking some old comics here; over the weekend I saw a copy of Action #1 that looked better than most of my Spider-Man comics from the 1970s. I bought comic books when I was a kid to read them–repeatedly. And I kept them in a drawer in my bedroom. Who keeps their comics in such great condition for 70 years?

I guess that’s the same issue with any collectible; so few of them survive, and rarely in good condition. I find it interesting that Hot Wheels cars from my childhood are so valuable now; there were so many, and unlike comic books, Hot Wheels never tear, or stain, or crease. (You want to talk about how I could have funded my retirement…?) But those little metal speedsters are lost to time, and I guess that’s true for just about everyone’s, or they wouldn’t be collectible now.

The trouble is, you can’t keep everything you’ve ever bought in pristine condition on the chance it might someday be valuable (oh G.I. Joe, had I only known), because most things won’t. I guess if you’re going to collect something, you should make it something you appreciate for itself, not for its investment potential; at least then you can enjoy having it.

As long as it’s NM (near mint). Oh, what the hell, I took them out and I read them. And if the only investment return I receive is the memories I made, then I guess that’s good enough for me.

*When I talk about “issues” I have, I’m talking strictly about comic books. At least for now.