Personally, I avoid deus ex machina like the plague - if you have to use one, it means you failed to set up the universe and the plot properly. It's like a whodunnit where there's no actual way for the reader to identify the perpetrator before the climactic reveal: there's no sense of closure for the reader.

We're currently living with a generation of established novelists who are embarrassingly out of date with respect to social networking, internet skills, and so on.

Time is a corrosive fluid, dissolving motivation, destroying novelty, and leaching the joy from life.

I'm told that a couple of my Russian translations are just plain terrible, though, and there may be others.

Personal pride is probably a bad guide to merit.

The late 90s were crazy science-fictional if you were inside the superheated steam bubble of the dot-com 1.0 industry.

I don't like Amazon (wearing my author hat, not my customer hat).