
…we pulled the boat into the shore…
…near this dead rainforest tree…
…to raid a nest (probably of a Hill Myna)…


…and there we waited…



…we pulled the boat into the shore…
…near this dead rainforest tree…
…to raid a nest (probably of a Hill Myna)…


…and there we waited…


What with Worldcon, followed by a holiday in Tasmania and then plunging straight back to fieldwork and reports the moment I returned, I managed to get way, way behind in my blogging. I never really reported on Worldcon at all.
Suffice it to say that one of the best things about the con was catching up with folk. Writers, readers, people in the industry, my editors…all people who mean a lot to me. It was fabulous to meet people I only knew through the internet – and to find out I like them just as much in real life as I did in the cyber world.
I’m sure there were a ton of people at the con that I didn’t get to see and should have – and I ask your pardon if I marched on by when we passed in the hall or something; sometimes I forget what people look like when I only see them once every couple of years.
One of the people I always love seeing again is Cheryl Morgan. I have learned a great deal from her and I always enjoy her sharp mind and her intelligent, no-nonsense way of looking at things. Even when she reviews my books. Or maybe, especially when she reviews my books. I like knowing that I am getting an honest opinion.
Anyway, I want to mention Salon Futura, in its own words: “an online magazine devoted to the discussion of science fiction, fantasy and other forms of speculative literature, available for free online.“* Cheryl is the editor of Salon Futura. She’s also the owner of its publisher, Wizard’s Tower Press. She’s the non-fiction editor for Clarkesworld Magazine, a winner of three well-deserved Hugo Awards in three different categories: Best Fanzine, Best Fan Writer and Best Semiprozine. Pretty impressive.
Read Salon Futura. There are two issues out now and there are some wonderful articles there by a variety of people – on, for example, or what constitutes YA, and podcasts (one on writing LGBT characters) and there are interviews: China Mieville, Lauren Beukes, Jay Lake, Pat Cardigan.
In the first issue of Salon Futura, Cheryl wrote an article about writing in the real world, even if the story is placed in an entirely different one, and one of the books she drew attention to was The Last Stormlord. Among other things, she says:
“The Last Stormlord is a book about a culture whose advanced technology (sorry, “magic”) is capable of controlling the weather and bringing rain to a parched landscape. This technology is reliant on certain individuals whose genetic make-up allows them to exercise weather control powers. When the supply of appropriately skilled youngsters begins to dry up, the future of the culture is threatened.
“The politics doesn’t stop there: possession of weather-controlling technology has brought significant wealth to the dominant culture. But there are barbarians at the gates, people who live hard lives in the desert and scorn the soft city dwellers. Furthermore, when water becomes short, the ruling classes have difficult choices to make about whether to ration supplies fairly and cause suffering all round, or to deliberately withdraw supplies from country areas to keep the city folks (including themselves) happy.
“The Last Stormlord is a book about a technologically advanced culture moving into an era of resource shortages. There are plenty of parallels there with our world.”
One of the really interesting comments from that same article: “My colleague at Salon Futura, Sam Jordison, has been following both the Hugo Awards and the Booker Prize for The Guardian. He tells me that he is much more likely to find a book apparently addressing the issues of the day in the list of Hugo winners than in the list of Booker winners.” Food for thought there.
Salon Futura has something for everyone.
*It pays its contributors, and is supported by donations, advertising and buying books through the site.
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Those of you who have
seen my rainforest pictures before know that I have a love of the small things you can find there. A leaf. A pattern. A play of light and shade.
Here’s a photo of giant bamboos above. Take a closer look and the true beauty of the individual stems…

And then, in the water, a flotilla of living torpedoes, all facing the same way, motionless and equidistant from one another…Startle them, and they scatter like leaves in a fickle gust of wind, darting away in random directions.
Look closer, and you see them reassemble a minute or two later, ordering their group life. They appear to have no discernible mode of locomotion, until you look closer still and realise that their back appendages are whirring away to power their movement, pedalling like mad even to maintain them in one spot.
Water boatmen.

Trees on a ridge.
Look closer and see the marvel of their patterning..




The problem with going away to a lovely place is that you have to come back. And when you come back, you have to do stuff. You know, like dry the tent, do the washing, clean your muddy boots, air your sleeping bag, write a book proposal, write a book, do a copy edit … and write the trip report. Yep, this was a working trip. I have another such working trip this month too.
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| A closer look at some of the simple accommodation of Royal Belum Park, Perak, Malaysia |
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| One of the orang asli (indigenous people) villages within the park |


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| The team at work. Mount Titi Basah in the background. |


He was there four days. When he returned, he opened up one of the parting presents they had given him. It was a 2011 desk calendar. He glanced at it and did a double take…
‘Take a look at this,’ says he, and hands it over.
The photographs decorating the whole thing were of his four day trip…! (That’s him and some of the others in his party in the photos in the sidebar of June 2011.)
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| Here he is at work – visiting a Korea nuclear power plant |
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| And taking part in a tea ceremony |

More from Tasmania’s west coast…
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| The orange colour is lichens on the rocks |




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| Those birds are Pied Oystercatchers and the endangered Hooded Plover |

I guess because of my childhood, I am fond of open spaces and few people, of walking lonely places, of far vistas. I don’t get it much where I live now.
I dream of places like these above, and wish I was back there – for if God is anywhere, it’s in places like this. Not in shouting into loudspeakers.

– from The Orbit Team
Task 12: To be announced on the morning of October 30th 2010
Washington (CNN) — The Department of Defense recently purchased and destroyed thousands of copies of an Army Reserve officer’s memoir in an effort to safeguard state secrets, a spokeswoman said Saturday…
…at least one seller on the online auction site eBay claiming to have a first-edition printing is selling it for an asking price of nearly $2,000…
(From CNN US news, September 25th)
My comment? The Pentagon has never heard of the digital age. And can anyone persuade them to take a dislike to my books too?
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