Specials DONE! (Pretties coming!)

Well, I’m off to Mexico tomorrow. I may photoblog from San Miguel a bit, but I’ll mostly be working.

So before I go, here’s my big news: This morning I sent off the finished first draft of Specials, the third book in the Uglies series. There are rewrites and edits to be done, but I’m basically done with the trilogy. Yee-hah!

Wait? Book three! Well, to answer once more the most common question in my fan mail, Pretties, book two, comes out in less than two months!

I know, crazy isn’t it? I’m a whole book ahead of my publishers. But that’s the way it goes. The text has to be edited, reviewers’ copies have be sent out, marketing campaigns planned, and that’s before book stores fill out their order forms. Justine explains it here.

Watch this space for the cover of Specials, which I’ve been promised is coming my way soon.

In the meantime, I’m off to Mexico to relax, recreate, and start on my next book, which may (or may not) be a sequel to Peeps.

Hoverboard Vistas

Sorry I haven’t been posting much. Specials is due next Tuesday, and I’ve been writing at a screaming pace. But the fact that I was in Uglies visualization mode made the following un-not-point-outable.

Those of you who’ve read Uglies may remember the roller coaster scene on pages 63-5. It’s all about how kids who ride hoverboards (personal flyers halfway in size between surf- and skateboards) use the rusting metal in an ancient roller coaster to assist their magnetic levitation to new heights.

If that sounds hard to visualize, dont’ worry. I just came across this Photoshopped image in a Fark contest on the subject of theme park fantasies, and am happy to see that somebody shares my insane hoverboard/rollercoaster vision.

For the rest of the images, click here.

New Orleans Lost; Mrs. Astor Safe

Apparently, the stories we tell ourselves never much change . . .

From The Sinking of the Titanic (1912)
by Jay Henry Mowbray

“When the first of the 56- foot lifeboats were being filled, the first stampede of panic-stricken men occurred. Within a dozen feet of where I stood I saw fully ten men throw themselves into the boats already crowded with women and children.

“About ten shots sounded in quick succession. The six cowardly men were stopped in their tracks, staggered and collapsed one after another. At least two of them vainly attempted to creep toward the boats again. The others lay quite still. This scene of bloodshed served its purpose. In that particular section of the deck there was no further attempt to violate the ‘women and children first’ rule.”

Were any of these men from the first- or second-class cabins?” Williams was asked.

“It was hard to tell. All of them were so scantily dressed. In the semi-darkness and prevailing excitement faces left no distinct impression with me. I should say that most, if not all of them, were from the steerage.

That’s right, because it’s always about the misbehavior of those louts in the cheap sections, and never about having more friggin’ lifeboats.

Frame capture from Jared Arsement’s home video of citizen rescue efforts. Full video available on Current TV.

Seven (or Three) Types of Time-Travel Elasticity

In a previous post, I claimed to have spent Worldcon discussing such subjects as the “seven types of elasticity in time travel” and “four types of alternate technological history.” Ted Chiang was kind enough to take time off from his furious writing schedule and inquire if I could elaborate. (Bluff-calling bastard.)

Certainly, I can elaborate. I wouldn’t just throw those numbers around like they were nothing, would I?

Tonight, I’ll start with the major forms of time-travel elasticity. Seven of them. Um, yes.

But let us start by defining our terms. For those of you who may not know, elasticity in time travel stories is a tendency for historical events to wind up the way they’re “supposed to,” a narrative device to make things palatable to those of us living in a fixed history. Elasticity is the timeline “snapping back” to its “proper” shape, more or less. Generally, TV and Hollywood time travel tales are more conservative, employing firmer elastics than literary sf, which doesn’t mind messing up the timeline a little, or destroying it altogether.

So here are the seven flavors of time travel in all their glory. Well, okay, the first three:

Type 1: The Full Elastic Jacket
Doug and Tony go back in time, and find themselves on the Titanic. So they head up to the bridge and tell the captain that the ship will soon hit an iceberg and sink. Full of Victorian hubris (okay, Edwardian hubris, and maybe some gout) the Captain proclaims, “This ship is unsinkable!”

Doug and Tony try various other avenues, but nothing they do will change history. The Titanic sinks on schedule, but not before they are whisked back into the present, having learned a valuable lesson about pride going before a sink. And that you can’t to jack with a time tunnel.

This is an actual Time Tunnel episode. It’s also the plot of a kid’s book I read once. But you know what? There are 1,005 books on Amazon with the word “Titanic” in the title, so I ain’t looking it up.


Doug and Tony weigh the ethics of saving some male Guggenheims and a few hundred lower-class types.

Type 2: Achy Breaky Time
In this schema, travelers can go back in time and change history, but they better not mess it up too much! Basically, the timeline is like your parents’ liquor cabinet. You don’t have to leave it exactly like you found it, but be careful. One drop too many and there’s going to be a freakout of major proportions.

John Varley’s Millenium is about Achy Breaky Time. Travelers from the future jump back to the present to steal people who are seconds away from dying in plane crashes. They use these lucky/unlucky souls to repopulate their own barren era.

Generally, the plane crash destroys all evidence of the travelers’ appearance in our time, preserving the timeline from paradox. But one day, a weapon from the future is accidentally left behind, survives the crash, and is discovered by a present-day crash investigator. This anachronistic artifact begins a chain of changes in the timetime, history slowly stretching out of shape. The changes build up slowly but surely, until “timequakes” start to rumble. Unless the anomaly is fixed, the timeline itself may be destroyed, which pretty much means everyone, everywhere and everywhen, is doomed. Time is elastic like a rubber band; you can change its form, but it will eventually snap.

High stakes. Except, of course, that if the heroes fail all the people they were trying to save never existed in the first place. No harm, no foul.

Also, when exactly are the timequakes happening? And when the heroes say that time is running out, which time is running out?

Type 3: Heisenberged Time
In Kage Baker’s “Company” novels, you can change history, but not recorded history. Thus the agents of the Company can go back and grab extinct species, lost artworks, and other vanished ephemera. But these agents are limited in their actions by time’s elastic, which is inscribed in the history books in their future employers’ libraries.

Exactly how this works scientifically, and what constitutes “recorded history,” is best not thought about too much. But it does eliminate paradoxes, because we all know that all the important history is written down.

Baker’s other ingenious move is to make time travel possible back to any point, as long as it’s before time travel was invented. All eras after that moment are inaccessible, which is a totally cool and Heisenburgian idea: The invention of time travel has changed the nature of time itself, changing it from elastic to totally locked up and inaccessible.

Okay, that’s three. I’m going to sleep now, and I’ll do the other four . . . soon. (Help me out here, guys.)

And then the four types of alternate technology. Oh, yeah, looking forward to those.

Still Floggin’

Okay, okay! Peeps Week is over! But this time, I’m selling someone else’s book.

We’re in New York right now, but at this moment in Australia, copies of Justine’s first novel are hitting the shelves. It’s 10,000 miles away, Monday morning rather than Sunday night, and at the end of winter instead of summer, but we can still feel it happening . . .

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Magic or Madness is the story of a girl negotiating the same two worlds that Justine and I find ourselves torn between: Sydney and New York, winter and summer, magic or madness. (Though the latter, in our case, is only occasional.)

Here Justine explains how the book came to be, and here are some of her excellent reviews. Read them, and I think you’ll be intrigued. Read the book, and you’ll be blown away.

Magic or Madness came out in the US way back in March, but Americans can still find it on shelves, or Amazon.

But if you’re in Australia, take a look for it in bookstores everywhere. We wish we were there to see it ourselves.

Buy or Die

Okay, the flogging is almost over. Peeps comes out today.

Go buy it, or the small child visits you!


Photo: John Scalzi. Model: Athena, of the Scalzi Agency.

And thanks to everyone working to make Peeps Week a success:
Gwenda
Cory
Jonathan
Margo
Barry
Scalzi
Shane
Lauren M.
Diana (whom I don’t even know)
Lauren C.
James

And of course extra thanks to my one, my only, my always . . . Justine.

Read the reviews.

Buy it here.

Single White Parasite . . .

Somewhere in an alternate universe this Thursday, this book is coming out:

Here’s how it all began . . . The first title for Peeps was Carrier. This fit better with the original concept for the book, which focused on a character who, like Typhoid Mary, carried the disease of vampirism without actually having the “symptoms.” As that concept morphed into something else, I realized that “Carrier” wasn’t such a great title after all.

The second title was The V-Word, which had a vaguely chick-lit feel to it. Then the title above, Single White Parasite. My editor took me quietly aside to suggest a re-think.

In my last post, I mentioned how cover limbo is like band-name limbo. If you’ve ever been in a band, you’ll remember that moment when you’ve been trying to pick a name forever, so everyone sits around saying stuff like, “Why don’t we call ourselves The Chairs. Wouldn’t it be cool? ‘Cause we’re all sitting on chairs right now!”

Well, novel-title limbo is even worse. Writers must realize that if those few words in their title suck, there’s some sizeable number of people who won’t bother to read the other 70,000. And that means you starve and die.

Here are a few examples of my other books that went into title limbo:

Evolution’s Darling was called Economies of Measure forever. Although I still think that’s a classy title, my publisher took me aside and said, “Sounds like a textbook.” There were hundreds of intermediate stops before I came up with “Evolution’s Darling.” In the end, I actually added a paragraph in which the term “Evolution’s Darling” came up, just so I could use it as the title.

Risen Empire was originally called Succession, but Tor didn’t like that because they’d just had another book with a similiar title. But I got to keep “Succession” as the series title.

But back to the book that comes out this Thursday. Finally I realized that my word for vampires, “parasite positives,” was a perfect title. And Peeps was born. And I’m very happy with it.

Of course, in the alternate-alternate universe, I wound up with this title and cover combination:

Ewww.

Peeps Week!

As you all no doubt remember, Peeps comes out this Thursday, August 25. This is my first novel to be released during the lifetime of this blog, so let the flogging begin!

This is officially Peeps week. And that means all Peeps, all the time. Peeps. Peeps. Peeps.

“But, Scott,” you say. “I already plan to buy several copies of Peeps. What more can I do?”

Excellent question. First, try to work the word “Peeps” into conversations. As in, “I could really go for a mouthful of chewy marshmallow Peeps at this time.” For this week only, each time you use the word “peeps,” you’ll be credited with one dollar (in nonredeemable peeps money, of course).

When that gets boring (as if) feel free to discuss these alternate Peeps covers with your friends . . .

Obviously, the two on the right were rough drafts only. They may look crappy at this stage, but I’m sure Razorbill’s excellent designer would have whipped them into much better shape. Still, I must say I’m glad that the mighty embossed cat eyeball won out.

Here’s what happened: Between those first two covers and the final at right, several agonizing weeks passed in cover limbo. Razorbill always gives Justine and me a fair amount of input, and I didn’t much like the psycho twelve-year-old of the middle cover, prefering the older look of the leftmost image. My publisher disagreed, though, as she was already worried about the book being “too old.”

Frankly, I wasn’t thrilled by the first two cover concepts at all. Somehow, spaced-out monochrome girls give me a weird junkie vibe. I’m not a huge fan of baby-poo yellow on title treatments, either. The only thing that we all agreed on was that the glowing eyes were cool. If only we had focused on that concept earlier, many lives might have been saved.

Cover limbo is like band-name limbo. It’s easy if you start out with something that everyone loves. But once the first few attempts fail, everybody involved–author, editors, designers–goes off in their own direction, until the whole process becomes an endless journey of random images.

During the limbo period, I was all about teeth. “Give me a real x-ray of a jawbone,” I proclaimed. “But with fangs!”

Strangely, no one could find any actual x-rays of vampires. Apparently, it’s like mirrors. They just don’t show up.

But fortunately someone (not me) realized that cats play a key role in Peeps, and came up with the final concept. When I saw the first rough I breathed a sigh of relief. Then when the final bound book appeared at BEA, the mighty eyeball embossing won me over completely.

What’s that? You can’t see the embossing online? Well, there’s only one cure for that.

Come this Thursday, go buy that, uh, book. You know, the one with that title . . .

Regular Blog Day!

Okay, I really don’t have very much to write about today.

After getting Boingled, though, my hit rate was sky high, and it’s drying up faster than a dead dog on a Texas highway. I just can’t stand to see all those readers slip away. So I’ll use the time-tested strategy of so many regular blogs, and tell you random crap about my week:

Random Thing 1: Today I wrote almost 2,000 words of Specials (Book 3 of Uglies). That’s an excellent day’s work, which is what I’ll have to manage from now until September 12, when it’s due. I think they were good words, but I never know until the next day. Plus, there will need to be an action scene soon. Or perhaps a hoverboard chase.

Random Thing 2: On September 13, Justine and I are headed to Mexico for a month. It’s a writing holiday for her to start on the third Magic or Madness book and me on a possible sequel to Peeps. I can’t wait to show you pictures of San Miguel.

Random Thing 3: The night before last we went to a party hosted by our friend Lauren Cerand, and the blogtastic Maud Newton was in attandence. It was tons of fun, although yesterday was spent with bodacious hangover.

Okay, that’s enough of this. Next time, a real post. But first, since we’re being a regular blog today, a cat picture:


This is Millhouse, who came with an apartment we borrowed in Buenos Aires. He is named after the Simpsons character, and made us love him with his quiet wisdom and impeccable comic timing.

Peeps is Boingled

Last night, Cory Doctorow posted a nice review of Peeps on ur-techogeek blog Boingboing. A short excerpt:

Scott’s managed to write a vampire novel without ever once visiting the tired old tropes of horror fiction. Instead, he invents marvelous, scientific explanations for the characteristics of vampirism . . . This is some seriously inventive science fiction, written in an engaging style that’s bound to spark young readers’ interest in biology and parasitology (there’s a short bibliography on parasites at the end of the novel). For adults, this scientific take on a hoary old subject will inspire admiration in the ability of an original talent to mine fresh ore from even the oldest veins.

But you really must read the whole review.

Boingboing is the first stop on my blogroll pretty much every morning, and yet my savvy publicist at Razorbill managed to spot it before I did. Thus, the news had already spread around the Penguin office, where it was pronounced an excellent way to start the week.

And in keeping with the theme of my last post, all of this happened because I pressed Peeps into his hot little hands at Worldcon. So thanks again to Glasgow, and to Cory, both for this review and for being a force behind one of my favorite media spaces.

Loving the tribe even more now.


Peeps comes out August 25,
but feel free to buy it now.