Day 45. 64 pages, 30,290 words. Ran out of time to write or post anything much in the carpark today.
My esteemed associate and friend Mr. dreameling sent me this amusing blog post from George RR Martin today, which isn’t really connected to Game of Thrones spoilers. Apparently Air New Zealand, trolling as only the (national airline of the) home of cave trolls can troll, has offered him a flight to New Zealand where he can relax and finish his next book.
(Warning: I did not watch the video, so it may contain spoilers but I tend to doubt they’d be that mean)
He graciously declined, and countered with a little self-challenge: He would make it to Worldcon 2020 in Wellington, New Zealand, with the next A Song of Ice and Fire book in hand. So this gives him a little over a year to get it done.
For reference, his last A Song of Ice and Fire book was published in 2011 around the time I was saying goodbye to my anus. And while I have run into a bit of a slow-down of my own lately (it’s been months since I published Greyblade and The Last Days of Earth is still a fair way off), it’s been a wildly productive eight years and as you can hopefully tell from the blog, the story is still flowing out of me in some form or another.
Here’s to hoping that the end of Game of Thrones means a revitalisation in A Song of Ice and Fire – perhaps even a change in direction. Who knows? Like Martin pointed out in another (and slightly spoilery) blog post that my other esteemed associate and friend Mr. BRKN shared, the books are a very different animal to the TV show. But it would be crazy to imagine that the TV show’s ending, and the response to it (positive and negative) would have no bearing on authorial decisions going forward.
Argh, and just like that I’m interested again. This is new ground in entertainment, I can’t help but be fascinated by that.
“How about I give you the finger…” *gives* “…and you give me another eight years to write this book.”
Now, speaking of fascinating new ground in entertainment and the climactic final chapters of things, and speaking of Keanu Reeves … we’re off to watch John Wick 3, which to my great dismay was not called The Wickening for some unconscionable reason.
– Posted from my Huawei mobile phone while sitting in the carpark.