In Brick Mansions, einem ver-. Ohne Wissen ihrer desinteressierten Eltern unternehmen sie mit der gleichaltrigen Emma eine Radtour zum Ursprung, wo sie einen Stein finden. Was Regierungsagenten verhindern wollen. Dass er bei all den emotionalen Irrungen und Wirrungen noch ein Buch schreibt, grenzt fast an ein Wunder. Diesen hat die Sucht mittlerweile sogar seinen Job gekostet, da er eine Vorgesetzte heimlich unter dem Rock gefilmt hat. Paul Thomas Anderson D: Ich merkte, wie sehr diese Frau am Anschlag ist.
Der erfolglose Schauspieler wird aus seiner Wohnung geworfen. Er sieht keinen anderen Ausweg, als seine Schauspielkarriere aufzugeben und wieder zu seiner Mutter nach Detroit zu ziehen. Doch Brett bietet ihm vorerst in seinem Haus Unterschlupf. In der zweiten Staffel versucht das Team, die Einheit S. Dennoch setzen sie alles daran, Hydra aufzuhalten. Carolyn Tyler Jennifer Beals durchlebt eine schwere Zeit. Ist ein Schwarzes Loch mehr als nur ein finsterer, ultimativer Abgrund der Natur?
Und auch bei National Geographic sind die Dinos los: Warum starben sie aus? Doch als Monica an ihrem grossen Tag erwacht, passiert eine Katastrophe nach der anderen: Monica befindet sich unwissentlich im Besitz des kostbaren Schmucks und bald wird ihr klar, dass ihre Haare noch ihr geringstes Problem sind.
Cartoon Network zeigt in einem Ferienmarathon die Staffeln 1 und 2. Australian Open bis und die Spiele auf Rasen bestritt? Zum heutigen Zeitpunkt sind es insgesamt vier Kandidaten, welche sich um das Amt bewerben. Darunter auch Vertreter aus GrandSlam-Nationen. Der schnellste Tennisplatz Beim Rasen hat man es mit einem sehr schnellen, stumpfen Belag zu tun. Somit hat man nur wenig Zeit zu reagieren. Es macht das Spiel schnell und deshalb gehen einige Spieler ans Netz, um ihren Punkt sicher und schnell nach Hause zu bringen. Ein Rasen-Court besteht aus drei Schichten: Der Rasen braucht deswegen eine enorme Pflege.
Das ist sicher eine von vielen Herausforderungen. Mein absolutes Highlight war mein Sieg in Wimbledon Michael Lammer Rasentennis wird meist mit Wimbledon in Verbindung gebracht. Wimbledon ist das Tennisturnier schlechthin. Mein kuriosestes Tennismatch fand in der letzten Qualifikationsrunde in Wimbledon statt. Dies nachdem ich am Tag zuvor in der letzten Qualifikationsrunde noch an Kratochvil gescheitert war, danach aber noch als Lucky Loser ins Hauptfeld nachrutschte. Das war letztes Jahr, als ich in Wimbledon erstmals den Viertelfinal erreicht habe. Timea Bacsinszky Zwischen dem Rasen und mir ist es noch keine Love Story, aber ich spiele mittlerweile sehr gerne auf dieser Unterlage.
Der Absprung des Balles ist tiefer und man muss sich sehr schnell an die Richtungswechsel des Balles adaptieren. Auf Rasen sollte man besser die Initiative ergreifen, als defensiv zu spielen. Und der einzige Rhythmus auf Rasen ist, dass es keinen gibt.
Romina Oprandi Auf Rasen ist alles anders: Es beginnt bei den Schuhen, beim Geruch, dem Ballabsprung, der wegen des unebenen Rasens immer anders ist. Ich spiele sehr gerne auf Rasen. Mein Lieblings-Grand-Slam ist definitiv Wimbledon. Die ganze Bewegung ist dann anders. Ich selber spiele sehr gerne auf dieser Unterlage, man kann den Slice gut einsetzen und variieren. Ein besonderes Erlebnis habe ich nicht. Am Anfang bin ich einfach immer gerutscht, egal, ob ich wollte oder nicht.
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Teleclub und Warner Bros. Senden Sie eine Postkarte an folgende Adresse: Mai im Kino www. Der Rechtsweg ist ausgeschlossen. Sie schreiben zusammen, Hardman selbst zeichnet dann allein, die Farben der Zeichnungen sind von Jordan Boyd. Maia ist pazifistisch, romantisch-jugendlich.
Arthur voller Ideale, aber grausam. Auch die heutige Maia taucht auf: Ist sie gewachsen — oder heute ebenso brutal und korrumpiert wie ihr Bruder? Durch das fiktive Setting aber fehlt alle Romantik, die sonst bei solchen Biografien mitschwingt: Es gab nicht einmal Internet. His fall threw the world into chaos. Avalon and Kent orbit planet Asan. Avalon was colonized by a generation ship and built from the ground up. But then the colonial government was relocated to sister moon Kent and its geographical distance led to the Civil War on Asan.
Ich mag seine Leidenschaft, seine Neugier, seine Experimentierfreude und die Lust daran, immer wieder sehr disparate Kultur und Theorien zusammen zu bringen und neu zusammen zu denken. Ein befreundeter Genetiker bringt Schlangen bei, sich nach quantenmechanischen Gesetzen durch Raum und Zeit zu bewegen: In einer Nebenhandlung holt eine Partisanin sich selbst aus dem Zeitstrom, um mit Hunderten Kopien die Geschichte neu zu schreiben. Kriege brechen aus und enden, ohne, dass ich als Leser den Handelnden nah genug komme: Warum funktionieren Tafeln nicht richtig …. Mars und Venus bewohnbar.
Es krankt an den selben Problemen wie die zwei anderen Titel: Und Jargon, Begriffe etc. Das las auch meine Mutter, und fand es herrlich. Wer Dath kennen lernen will: Doch zum Abitur dann trotzdem nur ein Notenschnitt von 1,7. Selbstbewusst — aber immer nur halb fertig! Hanns-Josef Ortheil schimpfte so, Doch Ortheil, Institutsleiter meiner Hildesheimer Schreibschule, schien entnervt wie nie: Und Zombies packt er gleich dazu.
Genre, Entertainment, Subkultur, das ist Daths Zuckerglasur. Roman, hakt diese Teilung: Es geht um Roboter, Terraforming, Transhumanismus und Verteilungskriege zwischen den Planeten des Sonnensystems nah am Er disputiert mit jedem Dialogpartner in seitenlangem Hin und Her und steht schnell vor der Frage: Ist das noch Fortschritt oder schon Regression? Leben wir in einer freien, gerechten Welt?
Doch erste Seiten lang wird nur doziert. Alles nur politisches Gleichnis, Illustration! Thesen werden ausgewalzt in Rede und Gegenrede.
Kaum Charme, kein Tempo. Alle klingen gleich und reden seitenlang im Stil und Tonfall von Dietmar Dath. Wer Fragen hat, soll googeln. Dietmar Dath geht eine Potenz weiter: Mein Abi-Schnitt ist 1,7. Mit Texten versuche ich selten, den Hauptpreis zu gewinnen. Was, wenn sich Dath jetzt immer einsamer, tiefer verschrullt? Themen werden aufgetan und zu schnell abgehakt. Kann dann Bewusstsein abgebildet werden, digital?
Selbstbewusst — aber nur halb fertig. An Bord leben und sterben oft ganze Generationen. Ein Konflikt in u. Sind Menschen damit unsterblich? Was sollen wir damit? Dann erschlug Arthur einen Soldaten, wurde politisch aktiv. Maia wollte Texte schreiben gegen das Regime. Arthur legte lieber Bomben. Ort der Handlung ist ein ganzer Mond: In Irland oder der DDR?
Nicht als Verhamlosung, Verfremdung. In Zeiten, von denen man zu schnell sagt: In Deutschland sticht Andreas Brandhorst hervor. Was geschieht, sobald man das Bewusstsein eines Menschen digitalisieren und in Maschinen speichern kann: Lassen sich Seelen kopieren? Eh alles nur eine Metapher auf Lenin, Trotski, Hitler. Solche Parallelen entstehen schnell. Was tun wir dagegen? He watches quite a lot of TV shows. He runs his own cinema in Santa Fe…. For a while, until ca. I had come to love Newt in the preceding movie, the whole damn film was about Ripley rescuing her, the end was deeply satisfying… and now some asshole was going to come along and piss all over that just to be shocking.
I learned tons of things about his writing process, his politics, his passions, grievances… and his tone, style, personality. While reading the blog, I marked quotes and passages that resonated with me. I want to collect them here:. If you know little about Martin, read the Wikipedia page and the biographical section of his web site Link. George Raymond Richard Martin ….
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My unread shelf alone filled twenty-two boxes. And those are just MY unread books, Parris has her own. I was a member of the Merry Marvel Marching Society. I once won an Alley Award though I never got it. That was a long time ago, however. I fear I no longer follow mainstream comics much. I still love the stories and heroes I grew up, Silver Age Marvel and DC hell, even Charlton, the Question and Blue Beetle were great , but there have been way too many retcons and reboots and restarts for my taste.
Some writers enjoy writing, I am told. I enjoy having written. My least favorite holiday of the year, and it is already bearing down on us like a freight train. Sorry, I have no Xmas spirit. The time is going by so fast. My mantra remains the same. One chapter at a time, one page at a time, one sentence at a time. You know about my passion for collecting 54mm toy knights and medieval miniatures.
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That was too much. Bran has always been the toughest character to write, for a whole bunch of reasons. You finish, and breathe a sigh of relief… and then you get back to work. Your editor reads it and gives you notes. You make revisions, corrections. A copyeditor goes over the text, finds errors, points out contradictions and inconsistencies, raises queries. You fix some, stet others.
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Friends and fans gulp down the book, and find mistakes your editors, copyeditors, and proofreaders all missed. You fix those too, as time allows. Mark Twain never sold Huckleberry Finn action figures, and F. He wanted Vincent to be a mythic figure, he always liked to say, and never wanted to see him on a lunchbox. I can understand that point of view. And the comic book fanboy thinks that games and cards and miniatures and all that stuff is hot shit.
I love old cars our family never had enough money to own a car when I was a kid, so I walked and rode the bus and assembled plastic models of cars when other kids were building fighter planes. Reviews were generally good, sales were… well, okay. No bestseller lists, certainly. I went on a book tour around that same time, signing copies in Houston, Austin, and Denton, Texas; in St. Turnouts were modest in most places. Louis, if you must know , not only was attendance zero but I actually drove four patrons out of the bookshop. My book tour, by the way, was astonishing.
More than a thousand people at every appearance. Close to two thousand in New York. And such great people too… unfailingly cheerful and friendly and enthusiastic, despite having had to wait in line, in some cases for many hours. I have the best fans in the world. I had published four novels and half-a-dozen collections, won the Hugo and the Nebula and the World Fantasy Award, written science fiction, horror, and high fantasy. Most of it in the form of short stories.
In early , he wrote: Obama and Edwards both interest me. I am lukewarm about Hillary. I wish she had come out stronger against the war. The best thing about this election, no matter who wins, is that come , we will finally be rid of the worst president in all of American history, that malignant moron George W. There are really no words for how I feel this morning. I really thought we were better than this.
Trump was the least qualified candidate ever nominated by a major party for the presidency. Come January, he will become the worst president in American history, and a dangerously unstable player on the world stage. Donald Trump and thirty-one governors have it wrong, wrong, wrong. Santa Fe, at least, will welcome them. The vast majority of you reading this are descended from immigrants aside from those few who are Native American. I know I am. My paternal grandfather came over from Italy as a child. My paternal grandmother was half German and half Welsh.
My maternal grandmother had French and English ancestry. I am a mongrel to the bone. Wherever they came from, and whenever they made the crossing, all of my immigrant ancestors faced hardships, poverty, and discrimination when they came here. They came looking for freedom, they came looking for a better life.
And they found it, or made it… and in the process they stopped being Irish or Italian or German and became Americans. The process is still going on today. Men and women dreaming of a better life still look to America, and cross oceans and deserts by whatever means they can to find that better life. They face hardships and discrimination as well.
Not everyone welcomes them. Some talk of walls, of keeping people out, of sending them back. My ancestors faced the same sort of talk. Millard Fillmore is dead and forgotten, but the Know Nothing Party is alive and well today, under other names. They still know nothing. But some of us remember where we came from. Some of us remember that it was the immigrants, those tired poor huddled masses, who made America great to begin with. Even if it worked, the price would be too high, but of course it does not work.
It has never worked. As much as I hate flying… or rather, what flying has become, thanks to the airlines and the TSA… I love long drives. Seeing the country as you pass through it, rather than just flying over it. Road trips are especially great if you can get off the Interstates. And to escape the LA heat as well. But the amount of crap that has piled up in my absence is daunting. Even with three assistants, I am falling further and further behind, and more and more stuff keeps getting dumped on my plate. Somehow just walking back into my office after a trip sends my stress level ratcheting up to ten.
I was away from my computer three days, and emails accumulated in my absence. I really do not like talking about questions I am still wrestling with on a work in progress. Art is not a democracy, and these are problems I need to solve myself. Having a few hundred readers weigh in with their thoughts and opinions — which seems to be what happens whenever I post here about DWD — does not advance the process.
Since the very beginning of this series, I have been guilty of being over-optimistic about how long it would take me to finish the next book, the next chapter, or the series as a whole. I cannot deny that. I have always been bad with deadlines… one reason why I did my best to avoid them for the first fifteen years of my career.
I am sick and tired of people jumping down my throat when I miss them. Some of you hate my other projects. These are the kinds of things I grapple with. No comments necessary, really. These sorts of things are best resolved by me and my muse, sometimes assisted by my editors. Just felt like rambling a little. The new chapter is actually an old chapter. The first draft was, at any rate. This is for those who complain I never blog about my work. I do, but not often. Every writer needs to learn to create his own characters, worlds, and settings. But he asked for permission first: It it does bother me that people hear I wrote fan fiction, and take that to mean I wrote stories about characters taken from the work of other writers without their consent.
Consent, for me, is the heart of this issue. If a writer would prefer not to allow that… well, I think their wishes should be respected. Terry was one of our greatest fantasists, and beyond a doubt the funniest. He was as witty as he was prolific I cannot claim to have known Terry well, but I ran into him at dozens of conventions over the decades, shared a stage with him a few times, and once or twice had the privilege of sharing a pint or a curry.
He was always a delight. A bright, funny, insightful, warm, and kindly man, a man of infinite patience, a man who truly knew how to enjoy life… and books. This was the 66th annual Emmy Awards. Many have been nominated, yes. None have ever won. I attended the very first comicon ever held, incidentally.
It was all in one room too, in a Greenwich Village hotel in Steve Ditko, Fabulous Flo Steinberg, and twenty or thirty high school kids, myself among them. If we only knew where it would lead… […] San Diego Comicon pretty much filled up the entire city of San Diego. Huge, overwhelming, exhausting, a bit scary… one runs out of adjectives.
The concom took very good care of me, however, and I had a great time signing, speaking, sweating it was bloody HOT in San Diego , and tromping up and down the length of the San Diego Convention Center, past hundreds of booths and displays, a giant Lego Batman, and other sights too numerous to mention. There was a very hot Wonder Woman wandering around one day, and an equally hot Mazda RX-8 on display at the Top Cow booth, both of which I lusted after.
None of us [writers] are exactly strangers to public speaking. Some writers have a standard speech for all occasions, a one-size-fits-all sort of talk. Others write a new speech every year or two. I confess, I have resorted to all those dodges in my time, at one con or another. A worldcon is different, though. I attended my first worldcon in Noreascon I, in Boston. What can I say? It was my second con, my first worldcon. In those days, the Hugo Awards were presented at a banquet.
I did not have the money to buy a banquet ticket I was sleeping on the floor of a fan friend, since I did not have the money for a hotel room either , but they let the non-ticket-holders into the balcony afterwards, and I got to watch Robert Silverberg present the Hugos.
Silverbob was elegant, witty, urbane, the winners were thrilled, everyone was well-dressed, and by the end of the evening I knew 1 I wanted to be a part of this world, and 2 one day, I wanted to win a Hugo. I had it bad. I had already been writing and publishing science fiction for six years, many of the stories set against the same future history, a very loose background I later named the Thousand Worlds. Novels were long and scary, but I finally decided I was ready to tackle one in I wrote the entire thing start to finish before giving it to my agent to sell.
By any title, it was a Thousand Worlds book, probably the culmination of that phase of my career. A melancholy, romantic, elegiac sort of novel it was, but then I was a melancholy romantic myself in those days. No one even knew I was writing a novel until I sent the completed book to Kirby to sell. No contracts, no deadlines, no one waiting. My life and career have developed a frightening momentum. I remember once, when I was out in Hollywood, someone described working on a weekly television series as being akin to madly laying rails as the locomotive roars full steam up the tracks just behind you.
Lose a day here and a week there, and suddenly that damn train is rolling over you. Heinlein once said he could not possibly pay back all those who helped him when he was starting out, so he believed in paying forward, and helping those who came after him. I really really really need to learn to say No. No, I will not come to your convention, thanks for asking. No, I will not write a story for your anthology, I am a year behind writing stories for my own anthologies. No, I will not do an interview.
When I turned up at the party with them in hand, Gardner was waiting with a spray can of whipped cream. He nailed me instead the door, turning my head into a sundae. He even had a maraschino cherry to put on top. Sadly, no one seems to have taken a picture. I did get my revenge years later, when Gargy began winning Hugos every year. That double win had endangered my status as a loser, Gardner warned me, but I returned to his good graces the next year at Denvention II, when I lost again, this time to Gordy Dickson.
The parties went on, but I was no longer the one doing them. I was puzzled recently when one of my readers emailed me to ask what I thought about what Marvel had done to Spider-Man. I hate this, and judging from the discussions I am seeing on various blogs, I am not alone. The DC universe has never really recovered from the Crisis on Infinite Earths, despite all the Crises that have followed, and I think the Marvel universe, and Spidey in particular, will be a long time recovering from this decision.
If I had a rotten tomato, I would throw it. Might change the story some. No words to work with, just their mouth, eyes, facial expressions. I know there are aspiring actors and actresses reading this. You guys have all my empathy. Good luck to all of you. A few years ago, I got a very nice email from a reader who wanted to know more about the vocabulary and syntax of High Valyrian. I actually met a deadline. Today, as it happens.
So that scene, and the encounter with the clansmen, was written by David and Dan. He has met most actors, and likes Sibel Kekilli: What an amazing, talented, courageous young woman. And yes, I confess it: He later came to Hamburg for a reading, and she returned the favor: Touring MiniatureLand in Hamburg. Biggest toy train set in the world, but the landscapes and miniatures dwarf the trains. Very glad my hosts took me to see this.
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Hanging with Sibel Kekilli and her boyfriend, and my German publicist, Sebastian. Hamburg stays up later than Santa Fe, you will be surprised to learn, but chile con queso is nowhere to be found. We drank White Russians while huddled under blankets in an outdoor cafe. Took a canal boat tour as well. Many of you reading this blog today are presumably science fiction and fantasy fans. It would probably shock you to know how many of your favorite writers have no health insurance whatsover. Most midlist writers struggle to get by even at the best of times; lean times can be lean indeed.
Whenever I make one of these political posts, I always get a rush of emails. Those last just make me sad. Not because I have lost a reader, but because such people seem deliberately intent on closing their eyes and shutting down their minds. I grew up reading Robert A. Heinlein, after all, and still have been known to read works by Orson Scott Card, Dan Simmons, Larry Niven, and others whose political views are worlds away from my own.
I was never a warrior. But I have written a good deal about war and warriors, and read even more about those subjects. Let me banish all reality shows from the air! Oh, and you movie studios… no more replacing screenwriters at the drop of a hat. It should as hard to replace the writer as it is to replace the director. The film is by both of them, not just one. And every TV series should be required to take X amount of pitches from freelancer writers and beginners. That used to be mandated by the WGA, and way back when it was how a lot of newcomers got their foot in the door, but these days most shows find ways around it, and breaking in is harder than ever.
Oh, I attended a Westercon in El Paso a few years back, and spent an afternoon in Juarez with some other fans and writers. But that hardly counts. He often blogs about the movies, and he invites writers and artists like Amanda Palmer and Neil Gaiman to give readings. The Jean Cocteau is a small Santa Fe art house, with a single screen and seats.
It was built in the early 70s as the Collective Fantasy, became the Cocteau later in that decade, went through several local owners who ran it well, and finally became part of the Trans-Lux chain. They closed it in April, , when they shut down their entire chain of theaters. I saw a lot of movies at the Cocteau between , when I moved to Santa Fe, and , when it closed. I like the idea of bringing it back, better than ever.
I will not be doing it myself, of course. These gigantic corporations, most of which could buy North Korea with pocket change, are declining to show a film because Kim Jong-Un objects to being mocked? The level of corporate cowardice here astonishes me. Even Sony, which made the movie, is going along. I have no idea how good or bad a film it is. It might be hilarious. It might be stupid and offensive and outrageous. It might be all of the above.
Yeah, I bought a bowling alley. Except… well… not really. So essentially I bought a huge empty derelict building some 33, square feet and a big parking lot. The building, instead, will be used for art… not a traditional gallery, now, but a very exciting and innovative interactive art space. The exhibits will be designed and installed by Meow Wolf, a collective of forty-odd some very odd artists here in Santa Fe who have been doing some amazing things over the past decade, but have never had a permanent home before.
Connie Willis and David Gerrold are both friends of mine. I have known David since the early 70s, Connie since the late 70s. Connie, actually, is avery goodfriend of mine. Kage Baker has died. The reports of my vast power and influence within the field seem to be greatly exaggerated. So far as I can tell, my effect on the Hugo nominations is exactly nil. There has been much debate of late about the value of a Hugo.
Back in , no one was thinking that way. Look at those first awards, and you can see what the rocket is all about. Also, they come with a really cool trophy. More power to them. Instead they seem to want to take the Hugos and turn them into their own awards. Straight white men are being excluded. Go look at the last five, ten years of Hugo ballots.
Count how many men were nominated. Count how many women. Now count the black writers and the Asian writers and the foreign-language writers. Yes, yes, things are changing. We have a lot more women and minorities being nominated than we did in , say, or even … but the ballots are still way more white and way more male than not. I am in favor of diversity, of inclusion, of bringing writers from many different backgrounds and cultures into the field. My own politics are liberal… which means I lean left, but not way over to the fringe left.
Freedom of speech, freedom of the press, freedom to dissent, all of that has always been central to my political attitudes. The freedom of the artist to create should be absolute. I have always been against censorship, silencing, McCarthyism. The McCarthy period, a particular fascination of mine, was one of the blackest eras in American history. It should be noted, since idiots always misunderstand this point, that freedom of speech does not mean you can say whatever you want wherever you want.
If you want to proclaim that you are the new messiah or call for ethnic cleansing of Martians or even promote your new book, I think you should be able to stand on a soapbox in the park, or start your own website, and do just that. Unlike me, she might even accept that label. She cares about social justice. She hates sexism, racism, misogyny. She wants our field to be more inclusive. She has fought her own battles, as an engineer writing hard SF, and being told that women could not write hard SF.
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Laura is well to the left of me. And yet she did this, devoted months to it, uncounted amounts of efforts… because someone had to, because lives and careers were being ruined, because people were being hurt. I hope she gets a Hugo. You would be surprised at how little that means. I cannot control what anyone else says or does, or make them stop saying or doing it, be it on the fannish or professional fronts. I want to single out the postings of Eric Flint. The latest, at http: Flint says what I would have said, if I had the time or the energy, but he says it better than I ever could.
What do I know about this Interweb thingie? I still tie messages to the legs of ravens. On some of the foreign trips, I did entire days of interviews. Some of the journalists were very sharp. A few made me wonder what the hell has happened to the standards of the profession that I once got my degrees in, back at Northwestern. Especially when they all ask the same damn questions. Tyrion is my favorite character. Please do not blame my faithful collaborators, Elio Garcia and Linda Antonsson. They finished their part ages ago, and tossed the ball to me.
I remain as slow as ever. And I added a lot. Longest episode of the season. As are other cable shows. Why do so many people in this country go mad at the sight of a nipple? As the subject of these essays, I will be the first to admit that I have a skewed perspective here. Nonetheless, I think [James] Lowder put together a strong, balanced, and diverse collection of essays, and the quality of writing here was distinctly higher than in some similar volumes.
Read it for yourself, and decide. Yes, I am attached to the project, as an Executive Producer. I am pleased and excited to confirm that much. I have three shows in various stages of development under the aegis of my overall deal with HBO. I have an overall deal with HBO, and three new television concepts in various stages of development, with a variety of collaborators and partners.
I am consulting on a couple of videogames. I see that this new crop of stories also raises, once again, the notion of concluding the series with one or more feature films. And in some of these stories, once again, this idea is wrongly attributed to me. Let me state, yet again, that while I love this idea, it did NOT originate with me. It was a notion suggested to me, which I have enthusiastically endorsed… but since I was the first person to raise the possibility in public, somehow I am being seen as its father.
Sure, I love the idea. What fantasist would not love the idea of going out with an epic hundred million feature film? And the recent success of the IMAX experience shows that the audience is there for such a movie. If we build it, they will come. But will we build it? I have no bloody idea. It has always been my intent to write a whole series of novellas about Dunk and Egg, chronicling their entire lives. At various times in various interviews I may have mentioned seven novellas, or ten, or twelve, but none of that is set in stone.
There will be as many novellas as it takes to tell their tale, start to finish.
Literature. TV. Journalism.
But only the three mentioned have been published to date. Three, in the novel. One, in the movie. None, in real life: The show is the show, the books are the books; two different tellings of the same story. There have been differences between the novels and the television show since the first episode of season one.
And for just as long, I have been talking about the butterfly effect. Small changes lead to larger changes lead to huge changes. Or journeys, as the case may be. Sometimes butterflies grow into dragons. Unfortunately, the writing did not go as fast or as well as I would have liked. And as spring turned to summer, I was having more bad days than good ones. Around about August, I had to face facts: I was not going to be done by Halloween.
I cannot tell you how deeply that realization depressed me.
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