Tad Williams

We are crazy working hard. Slow on the blog front because of that. Here, as rapidly as I can, are me blog thoughts of the moment, in pieces, because all other work can’t be, so to speak.

For both of us, it’s writing-frenzy phase. You have to build up to this stage of things, you’re completely absorbed/in love/in dreams/down the rabbit hole, you have to be the despair of your friends who buy you tickets for stuff and you never even return their calls, the only things happening are loving the kids, gassing the gophers and work work work work work. (And a bit of yoga....

Cleaning things is, in my humble opinion, not only time consuming and smelly, but futile and morally questionable. Follow me down this convenient rabbit hole so that I can explain in detail. Watch out for the synecdoche, it’s been known to nip.

Serious People have written books about the end of evolution (e.g., about ten years ago, Peter Ward wrote a detailed account of mass extinctions which muttered darkly about our impending doom, a subject of infinite interest to me . . . if I had my own university, you would be allowed to major in Eschatology). One theory goes that humans...

You know, I always envied Orlando Gardiner, that little dude from Otherland Sure, the kid had a few problems, what with the progeria and all. And maybe things could have gone a bit smoother for him. But he really did have it all: a cute female friend that he met online who didn't make his credit card number be the foundation of their relationship, and he got to play Middle Country.

I suppose I should confess. Before we go any further in this new relationship you and I have, I should tell you–I'm a gamer. Every day, I make time to play something–be it on a consol...