Posted
4:26 pm
by Ken
What I did in 2009
I've had a really good year as a
Writer in Residence for the
Genomics Forum: generous facilities, total creative freedom, friendly and helpful colleagues. Blog posts about my activities, and/or relevant (however tangentially) to the Forum's concerns, are grouped
here. Although my half-time employment has come to an end, my residency (and
Pippa's) hasn't, for which we're grateful. Until further notice we're free to use the office, and we'll continue to develop (and expand into other media- watch this space!)
the Human Genre Project, and to promote and participate in events, such as
Base Pairs and Couplets, the third of our Social Sessions - this one, on Jan 13, is on science and poetry, and we're privileged to have a very fine line-up indeed: Ron Butlin, Brian McCabe, Tracey S. Rosenberg, Kelley Swain and Ryan Van Winkle.
Finished one novel,
The Restoration Game, due out March 2010. Well ahead of the curve of writing
science fiction set in the nearer and nearer future, this novel is set in 2008 AD. Except for the flashbacks. From another viewpoint, though, it's set in AUC 2248, which makes it science fiction. (Classicists will notice that the Year of the City 2248 is not the equivalent of the Year of Our Lord 2008.)
Wrote three short stories: 'Death Knocks', for Geoff Ryman's anthology
When It Changed: Science Into Fiction, 'Sidewinders', for Ian Watson and Ian Whates' anthology
The Mammoth Book of Alternate Histories, and
'A Tulip for Lucretius' (dissected
here), for
Subterranean. One flash fiction,
'Reflective Surfaces" for
New Scientist's Sci-Fi Special.
I've just started writing my next novel, provisionally titled
Sin Bio. Drawing heavily on the good old English traditions of the
cosy catastrophe and the
Aga saga, it's set in the near future and has a genomics theme.
Labels: coming attractions, genomics, local, self-promotion, writing
"I levelled the homemade railgun from the mitred kitchen window as Virginia stirred the soup and the heatpump beneath the Aga charged the main capacitor. Finally, the repurposed hearing aid let me hear the ready growl. Spung! The ten-legged hellkitten's skull burst in a red spray against the weird winterised tamarinds that were beginning to invade the empty swimming pool...the soup would be better tonight."
By Anonymous, at Monday, December 28, 2009 7:23:00 pm