I wrote two million words of crap. Maybe I'm just a slow learner .

The Magician's Land is a triumphant climax to the best fantasy trilogy of the decade.

My gut feeling is that SF as we know it today is actually a heavily propagandized field that grew out of a specific set of cultural trends running in the USA and Europe between 1918 and 1950, during the post-imperial modernization period.

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

Unfortunately it's also true to say that good management is a bit like oxygen - it's invisible and you don't notice its presence until it's gone, and then you're sorry.

The one thing that does happen, every time, though, is that I never get to write a book until I've already been thinking about it for a period of months to years.

When I do get to chow down on a book, I try to read ones that are nothing like what I'm writing. So, as I'm currently working on a space opera (of sorts) I'm mostly indulging in urban fantasy.