Rumor Control
I have it on reasonably good authority that David Hartwell, during a panel on upcoming Tor titles at last week’s Worldcon, announced that he had sent me a contract for a new novel and was awaiting my response.
Technically this might be true. In terms of the take-home message, however — i.e. the reasonable inference that I’m still in bed with Tor, and that another Peter Watts novel is imminent or even likely from that publisher— it is not.
Just so you know.
As long as there’s another novel coming, I’ll be buggered if I care where it comes from.
I needses me fix I does.
You’re turning them down? Why not make them grovel for a while, and give you cover approval? Isn’t it better to have them inside the tent, pissing out, even if they sometimes direct it at your face through force of habit?
Well, hell, I’ll just go back to talking about who got fired for looking at chicks-with dicks porn down in HR, then.
Who cares? Not that I think you are the best thing since sliced bread (which, by the way, sucks). I have read everything that you have put on paper, and I have enjoyed all of it. But I would rather see you eat a little crow and produce, than stand on your morals and not put pen to paper.
Anonymous, you fucking scag, is it not enough that Dear PH already produces the kobe beef of sci-fi? Is it too much to ask for a little fucking patience so that the man, who posts all his work online anyways, actually bothers to try and get some deserved control over his own content.
As for you comment on sliced bread, well, I can’t disagree with you there.
Tighten your fucking belt and let the man work, I’d rather wait for the really badass black tar literary heroin we all know and love than a half-cut of fucking baking soda and some washed out cover with little or no relevance to the book itself.
Anonymous said…
…I would rather see you eat a little crow and produce, than stand on your morals and not put pen to paper.
Dude/tte, unless you’re writing from the belly of the beast itself, you don’t know what’s going on between me and Tor (beyond the fact that we are not quite so close to a deal as David G. Hartwell implied). You don’t know whether I’ve got crow on my plate, or albatross; you don’t know if birds or morals are even involved. So while I appreciate your well-intentioned advice, I’d have appreciated it more coming from someone in possession of the facts.