Specials Cover + News!

So S&S have been promising to send me the cover photo of Specials, but haven’t yet. And lo, I find this on Amazon?

It seems to be missing a tagline.
Uglies: “In a world of extreme beauty, anyone normal is ugly.”
Pretties: “What happens when perfection isn’t good enough?”
Specials: “???”

Discuss . . .

Also: awards news from Australia!

Both Justine and I have been nominated for the Aurealis Awards! Her for Magic or Madness, and me for Uglies and Peeps!

This is wonderful news, and it’s also the first time we’ve been in direct competition for a prize. People always ask us if we get competitive about this sort of thing, and now we can finally make up some really gnarly stories of spousal conflict! (But really, no, we’re not. We’re only competitive about stuff like who can spit the farthest.)

And congrats to all the other nominees, especially our pals Cat, Sean, Rjurik, and Garth, as well as Rob for his editorial successes. w00t!

The Last Days Is Done

The first draft of The Last Days is finally done!

And it was even in time for the seasonal Penguin sales conference. Of course, I had an extra 16 hours, thanks to a little trick that I call “living in Sydney.” Finished the draft at 10:26PM, and my editor got it at 6:30AM the same day. (Hah!)

It’s 60,000 words, and has a beginning, middle, and end–though I think the finale needs to be rather more fleshed out. It went longer than I thought, because what I expected to be the denoument turned out to be a whole ‘nother climax. Argh.

Records indicate that I wrote 10,000 words in the last three days. Don’t try this at home.

But all in all, it’s a worthy quasi-sequel to Peeps. It’s set in the same universe, but a few months farther along (by the end of the book) so you get to see much more of the vampire/zombie apocalypse hinted at in Peeps. What I mean by a quasi-sequel is that it follows different characters through the same time period in New York City, although Lace and Cal do make sizeable appearances. What’s interesting (to me, anyway) is that the characters in TLD know a lot less about what’s going on than Cal did in the first book, being as how they’re civilians and not in the Night Watch. So someone who’s already read Peeps will have more knowledge than the narrators, which was kind of a cool tension to play with.

Now all we need is a cover. Oh yeah, and lots of editors’ notes and rewrites.

Today I recovered by lying in a bathtub and reading Raymond Chandler’s letters. (Re-reading, actually.) I’m going to do a compendium of his writing advice for a post soon, but not before a Specials surprise tomorrow.

Now I am stopping typing because my wrists feel like hamburger.

New View

Sorry it’s been so long between posts. But we’re in a new apartment with no internet (argh!). At least we’ve got a phone now.

NEWS FLASH: Our new apartment in Sydney rocks! It’s big and bright and in a really cool neighborhood.

Here’s the view from where I’ve been writing The Last Days, the sequel to Peeps:

That’s downtown Sydney, the Centrepoint Tower is the spaceship-looking thing, and of course that’s a great big exhaust fan. (It’s kind of industrial around these parts.) We can walk to the Sydney Opera House in about 40 minutes, which is how all distances in Australia are measured, by law.

The whole neighborhood is full of cool sights and sounds, and I can’t wait to start exploring.

Meanwhile, thanks for all your great guesses (and general hilarity) in the mighty movie thread. As soon as we get solid internet in house, I’ll be posting the name of the book!

See you then.

Victoria Rocks!

The good news is, I just won the Victoria Premier’s Award for Young Adult Fiction!

The (relatively minor) bad news is, on the day of the award I was in Philadelphia, USA instead of Melbourne, Australia. I really would have loved to go, but it’s Teen Reads Week here in America. We’ve had many manic appearances this week, all of them scheduled before the award nominations were announced. Argh.

Fortunately, the wonderful Lili Wilkinson sent me an email this morning describing the affair:

The awards dinner was at Zinc at Federation Square, which is Very Fancy. The food was fabulous and the wine was bountiful. The YA award was the very first one, announced by MC William McInnes, who was very charming and attractive. Then we did a live cross to the country town of Sale, where some SLV staff were on hand with six fabulous Young People. The first three announced the three shortlisted books. The fourth said a few sentences about The Running Man, and the fifth spoke about So Yesterday, saying “This is a book about being cool, which is something I can really relate to”. He got cheers from the audience. Then the sixth Young Person announced the winner (you), and Bob [Sessions] came up, said a few words about how sensible you were to marry an Australian so you can be part of all this, and read your speech. Then we all clapped and cheered, bade farewell to the Young People in Sale, and ate some very nice seared tuna.

Here’s the Melbourne Herald Sun article about it.

There are many thanks to give, but I included most of them in my acceptance speech (read on my behalf by Bob Sessions):

“New” is another word for perilous. When I moved to Australia in 2001, I’d been married for less than a month and had just signed a contract for my first young adult books. This was a new country, a new marriage, and a new career. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the first scene of the first book I wrote here was set on the first day of school, that most terrifying commencement in any young person’s life.

But fresh chapters in our lives can also inspire, at least when there are new friends and allies to be made. In Australia, I have found them in abundance. Let me name three:

The Australian science fiction community has welcomed me unreservedly, even though my American upbringing means I can name only a single Dr. Who out of seven. (Or is it eight now? Nine?)

Penguin Australia has given my books a home here, marketing them skillfully and ameliorating my spelling without complaint.

The Centre for Youth Literature here in Melbourne have championed my work with tremendous enthusiasm, and have also given me the benefit of their wide reading and wonderful conversation. Special thanks to Agnes Nieuwenhuizen for building the Centre into such a wonderful resource.

It is to these friends and allies that I owe any success in my new career. This generous award is simply the icing on a cake with many layers.

Thanks to you all.

Manic Week of Appearances

Four events coming up, all next week!

The Short Version: Justine and I will both be reading at a bar in Brooklyn this Sunday, hanging and signing at a Book Expo in Atlantic City on Monday, then I’ll be signing at Books of Wonder in Manhattan on Tuesday, and we’ll both be at the Elizabeth, NJ Main Library on Wednesday. (Gads! Who scheduled all this?)

Details:

Sunday, October 15 Justine and I will be reading with Bennett Madison (author of Lulu Dark Can See Through Walls) at the Barbès Reading Series, 376 Ninth Street (at 6th Ave) at Barbès Bar in Brooklyn.

Monday, October 17 We’ll be at the New Atlantic Booksellers Association Expo.
The Tropicana Resort & Casino
Brighton & The Boardwalk,
Atlantic City, New Jersey
We’ll both be hanging out there all afternoon (frequently near the Penguin booth #204), and from 2:30-3:00 I will be signing 75 copies of Peeps in the author autographing area, table #3. Note that this is a trade show, and you have to have a badge to get in.

Tuesday, October 18 from 5:30-7:30, I am appearing with Jeff Stone (Monkey), Joseph Delaney (The Last Apprentice), and Michael Buckley (The Fairy-Tale Detectives) at the wonderful Books of Wonder bookstore in Manhattan. That’s at 18 Eighteenth Street.

Wednesday, October 19 from 7–8:30 p.m., both of us will be appearing at the Elizabeth Main Library, 11 S. Broad St., Elizabeth, New Jersey. Reading and answering questions.

So Yesterday in Paperback

Still in Mexico, with 8,400 words of the sequel to Peeps already written. To those of you who think in pages instead of words, that’s about 35. More than 10% of a book!

Watch here for the title, which I suspect I will know soon . . .

Forgot to mention that So Yesterday (again, just short-listed for the Victorian Premier’s Award) just came out in paperback. It can now be acquired for $7.99 in bookstores or on Amazon.

And now, taken from our very own balcony, the envy-provoking sunset photo of the day:

Victorian Award

Some quick notes from Mexico:

1. Mexico is celebrating Independence Week, and there were rockets whizzing past our balcony this morning. Total rockets!
2. Mexican waiters are so cool. They urge on my halting Spanish, saying Muy Bien and Perfecto! like I’m James Bond ordering in perfect French.
3. Humming birds are everywhere, and when one gets caught in your house and beats its little wings against the resonating heavy lead-glass Mexican windows, it’s like a helicopter in your living room! If hummingbirds were our size, they’d totally crush us like bugs! (And I, for one, would welcome out hummingbird overlords.)
4. So Yesterday just got short-listed for the Victorian Premier’s Award! This is a huge deal, and as always it’s nice to have my work recognized in Australia, my adopted home.

This is my new writing space, until it gets too sunny. Note the astonishing number of hummingbird-attracting flowers.

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.

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.