Have you ever wondered where books come from?
Well then, let me show you, because that’s what I do for a living.
Right now, it’s this time of the year, and the little ones have just freshly hatched:
You’ll notice they’re still blind and naked when they hatch. So I make them little coats to keep them warm during their first winter:
See how they happily line up to put them on:
See? Better. Now they’re ready to go and explore the world.
And if they make it through the winter and we take good care of them, they will grow up to be strong and wise like their older fellows:
So, in case you were ever wondering, now you know.
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Sometimes I really wish that the Ender’s Game movie wasn’t coming out
I learned how to write off that man
I spent hours poring over How to Write Science Fiction and Fantasy
it went to school with me every day for a couple years
I’ve owned three separate copies of it, plus my Ender books
and now suddenly everyone who likes him is a dirtbag and I’m feeling kinda defensive about it
even though I hate what he said
He’s an incredible artist. That obviously doesn’t mean he’s an incredible person. I’ve learned to disassociate my political feelings from my deep, unswerveable love of Ender’s Game.
I’ll be seeing the movie.
And on the same day I’ll be making a $30 donation to PFLAG.
It’s okay to love a story.