I come here to praise Vernor, and let you all in on a little not-so-secret:
I’ve been waiting for a sequel to A Fire Upon The Deep almost half my life. And I’m like one of those kids who stayed up until midnight to get Harry Potter in line and raced home to read it.
Earlier in the summer, my sister offered me a chance to crew on a large yacht she was the cook for that needed an extra hand. We sailed from the USVI straight up to Rhode Island, spending just a bit under two weeks at sea. And one of the reasons I agreed was that I got a free ticket and some time to spend after the journey in New York.
Sure, there’s all sorts of fun stuff to do in NYC. It’s the big city. Sure, as an author it’s fantastic to catch up with my editors and agents. But for me the sweetest part of my visit to a publishing house is usually that fellow book-loving people load me up with a bunch of books to take back home.
I mean, the reason I got into this whole mess of a career was that, primarily, I love to read. I love books.
And like any reader, I have certain favorite authors.
