No, that’s journalism. The truth is whatever you can’t escape.

I don't have any structured grand plan; I just intend to keep writing about the things that interest me-some of which change, some of which don't.

If we spend all our time gazing at the wonders ahead without remembering where we're standing right now, we're going to trip and fall flat on our face, over and over again.

Would I have been happier? Maybe. But then, happiness was overrated.

For there is a truth which cannot be bought or sold, imposed by force, resisted or escaped.

I hadn't given much thought to the prospect of a Hugo nomination at the time it happened, but obviously once you're nominated, winning one seems a bit less far-fetched than before.

Pop science goes flying off in all kinds of fashionable directions, and it often drags a lot of SF writers with it. I've been led astray like that myself at times.