Author: fromearthtothestars

My Neolithic Writer’s Block—Carving My Way Out

by Susan Shwartz

Learn all about how Susan Shwartz conquered her most devastating period of writer’s block in this illuminating blog post on the craft of writing and learning how to become an author again. Be sure to read Susan’s latest novelette, “Because It’s There,” in our [November/December issue, on sale now!]

Here’s my wisdom for your use, as I learned it when the moose
And the reindeer roared where Paris roars to-night: —
There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays,
And — every — single — one — of — them — is — right!
(“In the Neolithic Age,” by Rudyard Kipling)

What Rudyard Kipling wrote about actual writing is true for writer’s block. There are many ways of suffering it and working through it, and every single one of them that produces text is right. (Every single one of them that doesn’t produce text isn’t wrong; it’s just acutely painful.)

I give you my word, I really have heard all the pronouncements about how there is no such thing as writer’s block, or it can be resolved by discipline, by exercise, by sitting in front of the computer until the words finally come, etc., etc., etc. until the writer or editor delivering the pronouncement feels very good about themselves and the writer feels like hell

I’ve been selling fiction since the very late 1970s, from long novels to stories that come in under 3000 words. I’ve also had several kinds of writer’s block. There’s the kind I get when I feel awful. There’s the block that comes after I’ve finished a major project and I’m just plain tired. Or the block that happens after I’ve written a number of shorter pieces full speed ahead over a period of several months, I’ve temporarily emptied out my idea file, and my wrists and fingers, although trained by Russian concert pianists, simply ache like hell.

My Worst Writer’s Block

And then there’s the killer writer’s block that can happen when I’m not just written out and tired, but completely alienated from writing, the process, the very idea of writing itself, and I stop. Cold. Not for a couple of weeks or a month or until the next deadline looms up, but for years.

This happened to me in 2006. I told you, years. In one disastrous month, I lost two major trade publishers and my job as a vice president of marketing communications at what was then called Citigroup Alternative Investments. I faced a choice: either write a book on spec, with no assurance that even my agent would represent it and preferably under a pseudonym, or devote my full energy to a major job search.

I had rent and a pedigreed dentist to pay off, not to mention Amex. I went to outplacement like a dutiful flunkey and found a job within about three months, which is relatively short as jobs at the VP level were at the time. And I really was writing—cover letters, resumes, writing tests (ugh–they make you feel like a hooker giving out backseat samples)–my journal, and “documentation” because I was working with a lawyer . . . less said about that the better.

But I had given up on fiction. Nobody wanted it, so why even try? Besides, I was focusing on Wall Street, right? Right? For awhile, I was quite  content doing just that, despite girlbosses who didn’t just edit but overwrite my work and boybosses who ‘splained what I’d done wrong. The financial material was interesting, I had good colleagues, etc.

I traveled. I went to the opera. I did all sorts of good things. I stopped going to conventions and told myself I didn’t miss them. I was a damn liar.

Getting Out of Dodge

In 2019 I even moved out of New York City to Connecticut with my partner and retired from financial writing.  That was the best of all. The Pandemic and lockdown gave me plenty of time to think. Post-lockdown, we began to travel. In the course of our wanderings, we looked at many sites, Neolithic and other, on Malta, Sardinia, Sicily, the Orkneys, Israel, and Alaska, which was a totally different landscape.

I saw real barrows, sailed on a Tall Ship, scrubbed out my mind with sea air, and filled it with new sights and thoughts.

Climbing Back into the Saddle–Gradually

Gradually, the sorts of ideas I used to have started creeping back into my mind the way they’d done when I was still actively writing. Scenes. Characters. And, prickling at the back of my thoughts, the question “What if?” “What if?” had always led to research, and I realized I was enriching Amazon as I hadn’t done for years.

I discovered the “notes” feature on my I-Phone was really good for making notes—notes that led into ideas, ideas that spun themselves into a narrative. When we returned from Alaska, I started writing them down. And writing, and writing, and writing. I just didn’t talk about it.

One book led to another. They’re both still circulating.

Then, people started talking to me about short stories. For me, one sure way to produce short stories is to assign me something or invite me into an anthology. Because I’d been so long out of the loop, those invitations, that network, had passed me by. I wanted back in in the worst way. Facebook provided the impetus. So did Michael Burstein, who was working on an anthology called Jewish Futures.

And the first short-story “What if” put on crampons and asked me “what if Israelis and Palestinians climbed Mount Everest together?” As an armchair mountaineer, I needed no encouragement to begin.

Learning How I Write, All Over Again

Now, how was I going to begin and to carry on? Keep calm and carry on, as the Brits say? Not bloody likely, as they also say.

SF writers usually divide themselves into two groups: plotters, who work from synopses and detailed outlines that may define each chapter and what goes into it, and pantsers, who write by the seat of their pants. Which was I? After all, it had been a long time?

The only way I could find out was actually to write a short story. Or two. Or about twenty, which is my count since I began writing again.

Where do I get my crazy ideas? From the crazy idea factory in Schenectady, of course. But seriously . . . here’s how I personally do it.

I open a document file. I type in my idea. Then, I free associate with every possible permutation I can come up with. If I’m very lucky, a useful quotation occurs to me, like the one that began this blog posting. That goes into the file too. I have some idea of my surroundings or my type of character, and I google on them. Copy, cut, and paste.

About this time, the prickle at the back of my mind turns into a full-fledged literary migraine, and I just know who my main characters are and how the hell they get themselves into these situations. Situation? If you’re writing about Everest, you know the possible situations: earthquake, collapses of seracs in the Khumbu Ice Fall, avalanches, blizzards, and the physical consequences of all of them.

At this point, I have a big fat document file, and I start working through it, cutting and pasting and organizing it into some semblance of order. That’s the plotter streak in me.

Or, if I’m writing about the Soviet Space Program, I go through James Oberg’s Red Star in Orbit as well as Dr. Google, and I look for catastrophes that might serve as plot points. Bingo! The instant one turns up, I pounce on it, just as the catastrophe pounced on its victims. Mix in my characters. Mix in the theme of the anthology. At this point, I know what I need to say, and I start doing what directors and actors do on stage. Writer’s block is gone: now, there’s only theatrical blocking—plot points and where they go. If I am very lucky, the moment comes when a character rears up off the page, and tells me, “No, you idiot, that’s not what happened. THIS is what happened.”

And then, I get to peer into my document as if it were a camera lens and write down precisely what this mouthworks of a character tells me. At this point, I’m not just pantsing my story, I’m racing down the narrative arc as if I were in an Olympics luge competition—fast, lean against crashing against a wall, zooming around the curve. The end of any such story derives not from the luge or the crampons and the mountain ax, but from the giant slalom in the Olympic games.

Metaphors to Write By

My convenient metaphor is that the writer, like the champion skier, zooms down the mountain, jumps around the moguls (bumps that resemble snow-covered barrows) and finally reaches the home stretch. At this point, all obstacles are gone. Spectators are screaming and ringing cowbells, and the skiier’s only goal is to crouch into a tuck position, ski poles under their arm, body as aerodynamically efficient as possible, and make speed toward the finish line—after which they can collapse and make snow angels as the cameras and the spectators close in. THEN and only then do you get the news on the scoreboard, which may be good or may not.

But I can promise that when you’ve overwritten your outline, deleted your research, and are now sitting before your computer in a tuck position—as I am right now—as I type toward the words “the end” that I can write just as soon as I get off this mountain and deal with a spine that feels like a stale pretzel . . . it’s wonderful.

And I’m writing again, even as I whine about my aching back. The story lies in its proper file. I type “the end.” I exit carefully, so very carefully, from the document because I don’t want to lose both the story and how it’s made me feel, and go off and rest.

Then, I get to do it again. And again.

And even in this blog.

Last Friday, I just sold two more stories. My writer’s block is over. At least for now.

Susan Shwartz is the author of thirty books, one collection of short stories, five Star Trek ™ books with the late Josepha Sherman, and nonfiction in The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, Analog, Vogue, and Amazing. She has been nominated for the Nebula five times, the Hugo twice, and the World Fantasy Award, the Edgar, and the Philip K. Dick once each. Formerly an academic with a Ph.D. in medieval English from Harvard University, she worked for many years in financial marketing communications on Wall Street. She is now a full-time writer and lives in Wilton, Connecticut. She is also an armchair mountaineer who is fascinated by the 8000-meter peaks and stories of the men and women who have climbed them. In memory of David Breshears, who helped bring injured climbers down from Everest in 1996 while filming the wildly successful IMAX Everest, she has created a story in which elite climbers tackle a terrifying peak on an exoplanet.

The Secret Origin of “Choosing Sides”

by Adam Ford

Australian poet Adam Ford shares the long and erratic journey he is taking to get from finished manuscript to self-published crowdfunded specpo chapbook. Stay tuned for more of Adam’s poetry that will appear in a forthcoming issue of Asimov’s.

Sometimes you have to carry your creative projects with you over many years. Don’t let anyone tell you getting a book out into the world is easy or straightforward.

After completing work on a labour of poetic love that saw me write 79 poems in response to each and every issue of the comic book Rom: Spaceknight, I am now on the cusp of bringing a selection of those poems into print as Choosing Sides, a speculative poetry chapbook I am currently running a Kickstarter for to cover production costs

A quick recap: some years back I set myself a sort of morning pages task where I would read a different issue of Rom: Spaceknight, a heavily-B-movie-influenced 1980s superhero comic, for 79 days (one day for each issue of the series), then write a poem about that issue and then publish each poem online as it was written. You can read more about the project in my previous blog for Asimov’s.

Long story short: I did it. But after I had tidied things up and honed those 79 poems into a 33-poem draft manuscript I was faced with the question: How do I turn this manuscript into a book?

I’m not saying what follows is actually the answer to that question, but here’s what came next for me.

1. Pitch it

The logical first step was to find a publisher. My approach to this involved sending poems to journals while also sending the full manuscript out to publishers.

I had some success placing poems in journals including Strange Horizons, Star*Line, FreezeRay Poetry, cordite and the wonderful Asimov’s Science Fiction. But while journals were quite welcoming, finding a publisher for the manuscript was harder.

I searched online for journals and publishers and made a list of ones that seemed a good fit in terms of aesthetics, poetics and the work they published. Here in Australia there isn’t a lot of awareness (or publication) of speculative poetry, so I extended my search overseas. For whatever reason, the field is much more fertile in the US. My research identified about half a dozen publishers in Australia, the US and the UK, a mix of speculative publishers and poetry publishers who seemed inclined toward experimental writing.

I sent the manuscript out one publisher at a time. Often it would take months, sometimes even a year to hear back. Responses ranged from “this sounds interesting” and “thanks for letting us read your words” to “we only publish a few books a year, which limits our acceptances” and the occasional “actually we’ve decided to shut the press down because it’s so much work and we’re really tired”.  

One publisher even said, “we liked it but decided it was too niche for us,” which felt like an achievement. When an independent Australian publisher of small runs of poetry collections calls your writing “niche”, it makes you stop and think. Part of me wondered if it was a front cover blurb in waiting: “TOO NICHE FOR US—[name redacted]”

2. Give up

Persisting in the face of well-meaning rejection is exhausting. I had often wondered if my attempt to smash together the joys of pulp science fiction tropes with the precise language and deep personal insights made possible by the poetic form was something nobody but me wanted. Two years of thanks this is lovely but not for us was starting to make the answer seem like ‘quite possibly’.

When the next kind-worded rejection landed, I ran out of puff. I decided to stop sending the manuscript out. I still liked the poems, but my failure to get anyone else to like them enough to publish a book of them made me seriously consider packing the book away and finding something else to write about.

Around that time I caught up with some poet friends at a book launch. It doesn’t take poets long to get to the “are you working on anything?” part, and it wasn’t long after that I was telling a dear old friend about my decision to ditch the manuscript and my feeling that I had made a mistake spending so many years on it.

She listened quietly until I didn’t have anything more to say. The story told, we joined the rest of the launch celebration and talked about other things. For the rest of the night, though, and a long time after, I couldn’t stop thinking about how my story had seemed to make my friend really sad, and how sad that telling it had made me, too.

At first I had thought I was sad because I made my friend sad, but I realised that was only part of it. I also realised I wasn’t sad because I’d taken an artistic gamble and failed. I was sad because I was giving up on the book I’d worked on so hard for so long. That sadness was telling me something: I wasn’t ready to give up. And if I wasn’t ready to give up, I would have to make the damn book myself.

4. Self-publish

Confession time: I’ve actually got a lot of experience making books. I’ve worked as a book editor. I’ve edited and published literary journals. I’ve been making zines for decades. So I know how to put a book together. I also know how much effort it takes. That’s why had been keen for someone else to publish my book. But since no-one seemed to want to make it for me, it looked like it was going to be me after all.

Persisting in the face of well-meaning rejection is exhausting. I had often wondered if my attempt to smash together the joys of pulp science fiction tropes with the precise language and deep personal insights made possible by the poetic form was something nobody but me wanted.

Most of the times I’ve worked in publishing I’ve been on the editing side of the room. The part of making books I have the least experience with is working with printing companies. Fortunately, a comic artist friend had recently run a successful crowdfunding campaign for a comic about AI and art, and was happy for me to pick his brains (i.e., steal his ideas). His comic ended up being a lovely thing to hold in hand, and he was really happy with the printer he’d worked with. I asked him to pass on the printer’s details and got in touch.

Whenever I don’t know how to approach something that involves working with other people, I just come clean about my ignorance and ask a lot of questions. I sent the printer an email that basically said “me poet help make book you how”. They were incredibly helpful, showing me how to prepare a request for a quote they could respond to. They also explained how to prepare a design-ready layout they could work with that would take full advantage of their printing services. So I got the quote from them and I was on my way.

The rest of the production process was more familiar territory, which also involved reaching out to friends and colleagues for help. I hired a friend who is an experienced book editor to proofread the manuscript. He is also a manuscript reader, and offered some good suggestions about the structure of the book as well as checking for typos and consistency.

I reached out to another old friend who is a beautiful pen-and-ink illustrator and proposed commissioning a cover and some interior illustrations. To my joy he agreed and we spent a fun few months back-and-forthing over his illustrations of action figures and toy guns before we settled on something we were both happy with.

Finally I hit up my brother, a book designer and art director, to pull everything together into a print-ready design file. And with that, the book was ready to be made. The only thing missing was the money to pay the printer.

4. Find the money

Not done with stealing ideas from my comic artist friend, I yoinked his crowdfunding plan as well. Based on the quote from the printer and the costs of the cover and proofreading, I set up a campaign on the same crowdfunding website my friend had used. I kept things simple, mainly offering one or more copies of the book, with a couple of hail mary pledges for people to commission a poem or host a private reading from the book.

Assembling the pieces and parts of the campaign was straightforward, though it took a bit of time. The written pitch was easy, and setting up the site was easy too—the website gave good guidance. The sticking point was the video pitch, which took a lot of stuffing around to get recorded and edited in my spare time on my bodgy laptop using a free open source video editor called OpenShot (recommended) and the minimal skills I could remember from a course I’d done ten years earlier. But I got there in the end and the campaign was built. The final step was to submit it for review before going live. This is where things got a little weird.

The crowdfunding site offered a critical review of your campaign and advice about improving it. My comic artist friend had spoken highly of the advice he’d been given, so after submitting the project for approval and getting the green light, I signed up for an online consult.

Life being what it is, the day of the consult arrived and I almost forgot about it. I logged on five minutes late and wasn’t surprised when nobody was there. I emailed an apology and rescheduled the meeting, booking an appointment an hour after the one I missed. But when I logged in again, nobody showed. I contacted the company to apologise again and ask for the best way to reschedule. I waited a week for a reply.

While I was waiting, I looked over the website more closely. Most of the projects on their homepage were from a while back. I couldn’t find one less than 12 months old. Something was going on. My gut told me it was quite possible the company had quietly collapsed without decommissioning its website or any of its automated processes. I reached out to another friend who’d run campaigns on that platform and asked if he thought I was reading things wrong. He took a look and came back saying, “Yeah that doesn’t look so good.”

With no reply forthcoming and nothing concrete eventuating from my online searches for the fate of the company, I decided to find another crowdfunder and avoid the risk of running a campaign through a zombie website. I copied all of the bits and bobs I’d made across to Kickstarter, a larger and more well-known outfit that was definitely looking like a going concern.

It was easy to rebuild the campaign and send it for approval. Until I hit another snag. Kickstarter told me my use of the word “preorder” was against their policies. Because they don’t guarantee the success of any campaign, and because things don’t happen unless you meet your funding goal, technically if someone pledges to help me make the book, they’re not preordering it because if the campaign doesn’t succeed, they won’t get the book. It’s a fair point.

Revising the written part of the campaign was easy enough, but I had also said the word “preorder” about half a dozen times in the video. I had struggled to put the video together, and the prospect of going back and changing something so hard-won was daunting. After a bit of procrastinating I sucked it up and managed to chop out most of the p-words without massacring the video, though I ended up having to re-record the intro.

Edits done, I resubmitted the campaign and got the green light within 24 hours. I had given myself 60 days to raise the funds I needed, so it was time to press the start button and get hustling.

5. Do the hustle

As of this writing there’s about two weeks left in this eight-week campaign. Most of my promotion over the last six weeks has been online in the form of project update videos and on-camera readings from the book shared on Facebook, Instagram and Bluesky to reach a mix of friends, fellow poets and fellow nerds.

I’ve also been reaching out to the people who were supportive of my Rom poem project back when I was writing and posting them online, asking them to help signal boost the campaign. I’ve designed and printed promotional postcards, handing them out to friends and leaving them in cafes and bookstores (and the occasional bus stop). I’ve tabled at book fairs, read from the book at poetry open mics and appeared on my local community radio station. And throughout the whole thing I’ve been checking and refreshing my inbox and my DMs and the Kickstarter page every hour on the hour.

It’s exhausting—a fluctuating mix of desperation, elation, despair and hope. Every time someone pledges it’s a kick in the pants. The Scylla within my amygdala says This could actually happen. Every day that the number of pledges stays the same is the other kind of kick in the pants. The Charybdis in my frontal cortex says What are you wasting everyone’s time for?

Somehow I’ve managed to navigate between those extremes (so far) and I’m still standing (so far). I attribute that to the fact that everyone I have asked for help has been amazing. This whole project has reminded me that artistic projects are collaborative projects, and the joy that comes from collaborating with talented and generous people is maybe even the whole point of this kind of thing.

I think the term “self-publishing” is a misnomer. It’s not really something you do by yourself, because in all honesty you can’t. You can’t do it alone, because if you look around you, you’ll realise you’re not alone. You’re surrounded by talent and good will. We all are. That’s the thing that keeps me going.

6. And then…

As of this writing I am 39 per cent of the way toward the funding goal, with 15 days to go. There’s no guarantee I’m going to cross that finish line, but even if I don’t this has been a fulfilling experience.

Having to go to bat for my own writing despite the self-doubt and the generally-stacked-against-you-odds that come with trying to get poetry published has been a hell of a learning curve. I’ve honed my self-promotional skills, worked out how to look at my own work critically, made creative connections and met people who are fans of poetry or speculative poetry or Rom the Spaceknight or comic books (or even, sometimes, if I’m being honest, fans of me).

I may not know what the future holds for my book, but if I look back on its past, there’s a lot I’ve enjoyed and a lot to be proud of and a lot of people to thank for their support.

And if you think Choosing Sides sounds like a book you’d like to hold in your hands one day, I would love it if you helped to make that idea a reality by visiting the Kickstarter page before the campaign finishes up on October 30.

Lastly, thank you for reading this. I wish you all the best for your own creative ambitions. May they come to fruition in the way you desire with however much help and in however much time they need.

Adam Ford is a poet living on unceded Djaara Country in south-eastern Australia, in the former mining town of Chewton. He is the author of the poetry collections Not Quite the Man for the Job and The Third Fruit is a Bird, the photoromance zine Science Fiction Barbarians in Love and the online geohistorical spoken word walking tour Dance to the Anticlinal Fold.

Alex Jablokov on “The Last of Operation Shroud”

Find out how a rediscovery of a lost WWII-era bomb helped inspire Alex Jablokov’s latest story, “The Last of Operation Shroud,” now available in our [Sept/Oct issue, on sale now!]

Unlike some of my stories, “The Last of Operation Shroud” has a specific moment of genesis: a story in the New York Times about the discovery of an unexploded WWII munition at the bottom of a canal in northwestern Poland. It turned out to be a British bomb called a Tallboy, a powerful five-ton bomb designed specifically for hitting difficult high-value targets. Tallboys were used to destroy V-1 and V-2 launch sites during Operation Crossbow.

Tallboys were also used in a raid by specially modified Lancaster bombers to sink the German cruiser Lützow, which was holding up the Soviet advance along the Baltic coast, in the last weeks of the war. The raid succeeded in sinking the cruiser, but one bomb’s short-delay fuze failed and it ended up deep in the mud of the Piast Canal, where it stayed, undetected, for 75 years, until a dredging operation revealed it.

Polish divers attempted to defuse the bomb, but it eventually had to be detonated, throwing up the dramatic column of water in the photograph that initially caught my eye.

So that was my initial image: a concealed, unexploded munition, long forgotten. I knew that it concealed more of a secret than it originally appeared, and that the ship that had been its target also held a mystery. Unexploded munitions are a danger wherever there has been combat, the danger can remain for an astonishingly long time. Live WWI shells turn up in French fields, over a century on. The violence of combat still lurks beneath the leafy countryside, and its victims are innocent people going about their daily lives . . . or children who just want to play in the woods.

And I had my character, a veteran of the operation that destroyed that ship, one more difficult and complex than the one that sank the Lützow. She has returned to learn what actually happened during that mission, dealing the complexities of postwar attitudes in the country, not her own, where much of the war was fought, and the ship was sunk. And I knew she had to encounter the bomb disposal expert who was looking for the same thing.

Tallboys are a weapon with a kind of dark charisma. They were invented by the engineer Barnes Wallis, best known for the bouncing bomb used to destroy the Ruhr dams during the Dambuster raids of Operation Chastise in 1943. Among other targets, Tallboys were also used to destroy a vessel much larger than the Lützow: the Bismarck-class German battleship Tirpitz.

It took years, and multiple attempts, before late in 1944 the RAF succeeded in sinking the Tirpitz where it was concealed in a Norwegian fjord. One way it survived was by concealed itself beneath a cover of chopped-down trees and clouds of chlorosulphuric acid. That artificial fog damaged trees in the area, with damage detectable in the tree rings. That kind of damage also still remains, and affects how things grow, most of a century later.

That gave me something my main character to look for, a way of detecting where the operation had taken place, the operation she no longer remembers: what it did to the trees.

The other person she encounters, the bomb disposal expert, is tracking parts that came from the bomb, inspired by the Tallboy, that was used here. To understand how she might be trying to figure out where what she is looking for might be, I researched conflict archeology and conflict-landscape studies. These fields started with the structures and destruction of WWI combat, then evolved to be able to analyze the remains of the more mobile warfare of WWII, and have moved on from there. Studies of the Polish Kozle Basin, with its 6,000 preserved bomb craters, and of the Kall Trail and Vossenack Ridge in the Huertgen Forest, on the German/Belgian border, proved particularly useful for understanding what remains after combat.

I also learned how quickly many dramatic and violent events are forgotten. Their physical traces become keys to understanding what the participants experienced.

In developing the actual ground-level part of the operation to sink this particular ship, I was inspired in part by 1942’s Operation Frankton, where British Royal Marines used folding kayaks to attack cargo ships docked at Bordeaux with limpet mines. Poor planning and a lack of coordination with another service’s mission to accomplish the same goal, led to the deaths of most of the men on that mission.

Each piece of research took me back to the story with another view of how past and present relate. I wanted the landscape to feel something like the mixed forests of the south Baltic coast, a place I have never been, save through Google’s Street View. The countries are not real, but I like to feel that the people are.

Which brings me back to Barnes Wallis, a fascinating character whose first great design, long before the various bombs of WWII, was the airship R100, in 1930. When its competitor, the R101, crashed in a field in France, killing almost everyone aboard, the British government abandoned serious airship development—though by that point it didn’t make any sense to proceed any further down that path. This just goes to show that not all the research behind a story should make it into the story, but while my bomb designer is not Barnes Wallis, he clearly is inspired by him.

The characters are what is important, but they need a world to live in. I hope you enjoyed watching me dig through my research notes and documents—its own form of archeological research—to remember how that world came together.

Alex Jablokov’s short fiction has appeared in a variety of magazines over the years. The braided novel Future Boston, containing a number of his stories, some of which also appeared in Asimov’s, has recently been reissued by Fantastic Books (www.fantasticbooks.biz). He acknowledges the invaluable assistance of the members of the Cambridge Science Fiction Workshop and the Rio Hondo Writer’s Workshop in improving this story. In his new tale, we see that the remnants of war can remain actively deadly long after the war itself seems over.

Q&A With Ted Kosmatka

Two-time Readers’ Award winner Ted Kosmatka returns to Asimov’s with”The Signal and the Idler” in our [Sept/Oct issue, on sale now!]. In our latest Q&A, learn all about Ted’s creative process along with how his mother inspired him to write.

Asimov’s Editor: How did this story germinate? Was there a spark of inspiration, or did it come to you slowly? 
Ted Kosmatka: The whole thing started as a thought experiment that for a long time I had no idea how to write. All I had was this strange little extrapolation from quantum mechanics that I kept getting tangled up in. You can have a cool scientific idea in your head, but translating it into a story that someone will want to actually read is a totally different problem. In a weird way, sometimes the more excited you are by an idea, the harder it is to write the darn thing, because then you have to write a story that lives up to the idea. Eventually, you’ve got to just start typing hope for the best, so that’s what I ended up doing with this one. It was in my head for a couple years before I managed to write it.  

AE: Is this story part of a larger universe, or is it stand-alone?
TK: I’ve actually been wondering that myself lately, as it occurred to me that this story might be in the same universe as a couple other things I’ve written. My old Asimov’s story, “The Bewilderness of Lions” in particular might be circling around the same set of invisible antagonists, if I squint and think about it too long. But I’m not sure. If I ever expand this story into something longer, I guess I’ll get to the bottom of it.

AE: What other careers have you had, and how have they affected your writing?
TK: I’ve had a bunch of jobs over the years. Everything from corn detasseling, to kennel cleaning, to truck stop dish washer, to zookeeper, house painter, math tutor, you name it. The first job where I can remember having health insurance was as a laborer in the blast furnace department at LTV steel. I started off shoveling coke and sinter onto conveyor belts. That job saved me. I eventually became a sampler, and then a tester, working my way up to using this ancient Russian spectrograph machine that broke down all the time. When the company went bankrupt, I found my way into the chem lab at US Steel, and then eventually into a research lab where I got to work with electron microscopes. Later, I started selling stories and moved across country to work in games.

AE: What is your history with Asimov’s?
TK: I started reading Asimov’s magazine as a kid, since my mother had a subscription to it, so that was really my introduction to science fiction and reading in general. Eventually, we also got subscriptions for Analog and F&SF, so between those three magazines, I had access to a pretty steady diet of great stories growing up. Later, after years and years of trying, Asimov’s ended up being my first professional story sale, and I’ve been sending stories there ever since. I used to joke that I could wallpaper an entire bathroom with all the rejection letters I received before making my first sale. I still have a whole drawer full.

You can have a cool scientific idea in your head, but translating it into a story that someone will want to actually read is a totally different problem. In a weird way, sometimes the more excited you are by an idea, the harder it is to write the darn thing, because then you have to write a story that lives up to the idea.

AE: How much or little do current events impact your writing?
TK: My stories are usually based around some twist or weirdness in existing science, so current events tend not to figure into things too much for me. Though with that said, AI has sure been bashing down the door lately, pushing me to get on the wrong side of Roko’s Basilisk, so maybe that’ll change. World events seem to be catching up to science fiction pretty quick. 

AE: Are there any themes that you find yourself returning to throughout your writing? If yes, what and why?
TK: For sure, yeah. Every time I write a quantum mechanics story, I think to myself I’m glad I got that out of my system, and then six months later, I am back at it, thinking about some new angle on the subject, so I’ve pretty much realized I’m just going keep writing about quantum mechanics until I die. It’s the mystery that keeps dragging me back. Stories are just a way to think about things and try to impose some sort of structure on concepts you’re wrestling with. 

AE: What is your process?
TK: It seems to change all the time. I work a bunch of hours in my day job, so my current process mostly just involves writing late at night when the house is quiet, if I get the chance. I write more stuff than I ever send out.

AE: What inspired you to start writing?
TK: My mom, for sure, was a big inspiration to me. When I was a kid, she was always writing, along with all the other stuff she had to do as a nurse, raising four children, so it seemed to me that writing was an attainable thing that regular people could chase after. It was normal. My dad was an inspiration, too, in terms of his work ethic, all those years working at the mill. Both my parents worked hard and knew how to put the hours in to chase things they wanted to accomplish.   

AE: If you could choose one SFnal universe to live in, what universe would it be?
TK: That’s a tough question, since a lot of the best sci-fi stories would be nightmarish to try to actually survive in day to day. Difficult scenarios often make the most compelling stories, but you wouldn’t really want to live in those worlds. The universe of Dune is gorgeous, for example, but I’d have to think twice about picking that one, as my knife skills are lacking. Still, I probably would try to pick something that has humanity out in the vacuum, exploring the vastness of space. Battlestar Galactica, is one possibility. Or Ad Astra. Or maybe Foundation, by Asimov.

AE: What SFnal prediction would you like to see come true?
TK: I’d love to see the asteroid belt mined. I’d love to see us get out there and do some of the things I’ve been reading about for so long. The Expanse series by James S.A. Corey is a great bit of storytelling around that idea.

AE: How can our readers follow you and your writing? (IE: Social media handles, website)
TK: You can keep up with what I’m up to by checking out my website at https://tedkosmatka.us.

Ted’s work has been reprinted in numerous Year’s Best anthologies, nominated for both the Nebula Award and Theodore Sturgeon Memorial Award and has twice won the Asimov’s Readers’ Choice Award. His novel The Games was nominated for a Locus Award for Best First Novel. He grew up in Chesterton, Indiana, not far from Lake Michigan.

Q&A With John Kessel

John Kessel was first published in Asimov’s around 40 years ago. Now he returns with “The Ghost,” his latest novella in our [September/October issue, on sale now!]. Read on to find out how a turn-of-the century New Year’s Eve party hosted by H.G. Wells helped inspire this latest work.

Asimov’s Editor: How did this story germinate? Was there a spark of inspiration, or did it come to you slowly?
John Kessel: I’ve always been a fan of the science fiction of H.G. Wells, and became interested in his biography a long time ago. One of my most well-known stories, “Buffalo,” set in the 1930s, has the older Wells as one of the two major characters (the other is my father).
“The Ghost” started when I read that the American writer Stephen Crane, famous for The Red Badge of Courage, lived in England in the last years of his life, and that he and Wells were friends. They seemed like a real odd couple to me. Then I found out Crane threw a big multi-day New Year’s party at the end of 1899 to celebrate the start of the 20th century at a 500-year-old haunted manor house in the south of England. Crane persuaded a remarkable list of writers to contribute to a play, “The Ghost,” that the partygoers would perform for the people of a nearby town. Wells and his wife Jane were a part of all this; the more I learned about it the more I felt there was a story in it.
It took me a long time to find exactly the right story to tell, however. In what way was the house haunted, and who was at risk? It made me think about other stories set in an English manor house where a bunch of privileged people come together for a weekend and end up behaving badly.   

Here’s the first page of the playbill that was printed for the play.

AE: Is this story part of a larger universe, or is it stand-alone?
JK: It’s one of a series of stories set in the first decade of the 20th century that I am writing. One of them, “The Dark Ride,” was the title story of my collection of 2022. All of the stories have some connection to the life and works of H.G. Wells, in particular his 1901 novel First Men in the Moon. I’m interested in the politics of that time, which reflect in some ways the politics of our own: vast inequalities between the rich and the poor, new technologies that were going to transform the next century, the personal struggles of individuals in this context, the efforts of artists like Wells to understand and affect the world. One of the other stories is set during a world’s fair, the Paris exposition of 1900;  “The Dark Ride” describes a “Trip to the Moon” fair ride at the Pan-American Exhibition in Buffalo in 1901, based on Wells’s novel, where the anarchist Leon Czolgosz assassinated President William McKinley. Yet another concerns the French pioneer filmmaker Georges Melies’ 1902 movie “A Trip to the Moon,” which also draws from Wells’s novel.
Eventually I expect these stories to make a book.

AE: What is your history with Asimov’s?
JK: It goes back a ways. Early in my career, in 1984 and 85, I had stories in Asimov’s back when it was edited by Shawna McCarthy, and later by Gardner Dozois, and still later by Sheila Williams.

AE: Who or what are your greatest influences and inspirations?
JK: Among SF and fantasy writers I’ve been affected by a lot of older writers from H.G. Wells to Robert Heinlein to Alfred Bester to C.M. Kornbluth to Damon Knight to Carol Emshwiller to Thomas Disch to Gene Wolfe to Ursula K. Le Guin. A lot of writers who came into the field in the 1980s when I did have had great influence, among them James Patrick Kelly, Karen Joy Fowler, Bruce Sterling, Kim Stanley Robinson, and a dozen others I could name.
And then there are the many writers outside the genre whose work I’ve admired, from classics to contemporaries. I don’t necessarily try to write like them, but I have learned from them, and the work they did has been an inspiration. To name just a few: Jane Austen, Herman Melville, Karel Capek, Raymond Chandler, Nathanael West, Flannery O’Connor, Kurt Vonnegut, Tobias Wolff, Don DeLillo.
I should mention that I have been an avid movie fan since I was a kid, and there are great films and filmmakers that have stuck in my mind and heart. Orson Welles, Preston Sturges, Stanley Kubrick, Akira Kurosawa, Michael Haneke, the Coen Brothers; individual movies from The Day the Earth Stood Still and 2001: A Space Odyssey to The Third Man and Fargo.

I’ve always been a political person who cares a great deal about right and wrong even when those things are not easy to determine, and I think my beliefs have shown up in my work, either through satire or through the fundamental values the stories espouse.

AE: Are there any themes that you find yourself returning to throughout your writing? If yes, what and why?
JK: I’ve always been a political person who cares a great deal about right and wrong even when those things are not easy to determine, and I think my beliefs have shown up in my work, either through satire or through the fundamental values the stories espouse. I try not to write tracts, or to preach. I don’t think there are many characters in my stories who speak for me; in fact, if a character gives a political speech in some story of mine, you can pretty well count on it not to represent my own beliefs. I use a lot of not completely reliable viewpoint characters.
Another area, related to this, that comes up in my fiction a lot is male-female relationships. I try not to approach them from the point of view of a political agenda. I’m more interested in the ways that interpersonal dynamics reflect gender attitudes.
And connected to this are questions of masculinity, which comes up a lot in my stories. What is it that makes someone a man? To what degree are the behaviors that have typically been associated with men, and that society has encouraged—not to say forced—men to adopt, the result of inherent biological inclinations vs. culturally constructed expectations?  I don’t necessarily know the answers to these questions. I look at this from a lot of different angles, ages, and circumstances. I think it’s there in “The Ghost” in the portrayals of Stephen and Cora, H.G. and Jane, though I’m not sure that is precisely what the story is about.

AE: What other projects are you currently working on?
JK: Most of my writing right now is taken up with the story series of which “The Ghost” is a part. I dabbled a bit in recent years in screenplays and writing for TV, but nothing has come of that yet.

AE: What are you reading right now?
JK: I recently read Gregory Frost’s trilogy Rhymer, Rhymer: Hoode, and Rhymer: Hel, and his separate historical horror novel The Secret House (set in the 1840s about the rise of John Tyler to the presidency, in a haunted White House). I like the way these books all use well researched historical material from which Frost creates fantasy and horror. And his characterization is great.

AE: Do you have any advice for up-and-coming writers?
JK: Read a lot, not just in your chosen genre, but every sort of fiction and non-fiction. Try to be a person who has both broad and deep interests. Follow them where they lead you. Be persistent. Try to have fun doing it. Find a way to fit your writing into your life in a humane way.

AE: What is something we should know about you that we haven’t thought to ask?
JK: I am very tall. This has had a significant effect on my life, mostly for good—as a teacher I suspect that I frequently received unearned respect from students just by walking into the room. But it has a downside that most people probably don’t think about, from the unintentional comedy of my using airplane restrooms to the astonishing number of times I have hit my head on things that most people never have to pay attention to: street signs, light fixtures, doorways, car hatches, tree limbs, stairwell ceilings. Ouch. 

AE: What other careers have you had, and how have they affected your writing?
JK: For forty years I taught literature and fiction writing at North Carolina State University. It had a great effect. The works and writers that I taught offered me many examples of different ways to be excellent, in addition to exposing me to material that I have incorporated into my fiction. “The Ghost,” filled with real historical figures and based on real events, is one example of a story that I never would have written if I had not studied literature. And teaching creative writing forced me to think a lot about what makes a good story, the different kinds of good stories, how one constructs such a story, and the subjectivity of standards. Teaching a skill almost automatically hones that skill.

AE: How can our readers follow you and your writing?
JK: I have a (rather dormant) website at:  https://johnjosephkessel.wixsite.com/kessel-website

You’re more likely to learn what I’m up to and what I’ve published at my facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/john.kessel3/

I also have a substack at: John Kessel

John Kessel is an emeritus professor at NC State University, where he helped found the MFA program in creative writing. His fiction has received the Theodore Sturgeon, Locus, James Tiptree Jr./Otherwise, Ignotus, and Shirley Jackson awards, and twice received the Nebula award. The Dark Ride: The Best Short Fiction of John Kessel, was published in 2022, and his collection The Presidential Papers appeared in PM Press’s Outspoken Authors series in 2024. 

Q&A With Leah Cypess

Prolific middle-grade author and Nebula finalist Leah Cypess tells us how her love of historical fiction helped inspire “A Tide of Paper,” her latest novelette, which you can find in our [Sept/Oct issue, on sale now!]

Asimov’s Editor: What is the story behind this piece?
Leah Cypess: This story started as a tie-in story for a book that has (so far) not been published.
Even though I mostly write science fiction and fantasy, I also have another beloved genre, which is historical fiction. Back in 2018, I finished a young adult historical fiction novel about crypto-Jews in Renaissance Venice. That book got me my current agent, but did not, sadly, sell to a publisher.
While researching Renaissance Venice, I bumped into a lot of information about (1) the Jewish printing presses in Renaissance Venice, and (2) the ghost stories that people in Renaissance Venice believed. I wrote several versions of this story, all with Samuel—who is based on a real historical figure—as the main character. Those versions all revolved around his romance with the main character in that YA book. In my final rewriting, I took all of those links out and focused just on Samuel’s personal arc (which also made it a stronger story), and then I sent it to Asimov’s. 😊

AE: How did the title for this piece come to you?
LC: The title, “A Tide of Paper,” is a direct quote from some of the complaints people in the Renaissance made about printing presses. (Fun fact, I actually had two titles in mind for this story, both real quotes from people unhappy with the results of this new technology: A Tide of Paper and An Overabundance of Books. Readers can let me know if they think I chose the right one!)

AE: What other projects are you currently working on?
LC: I’m currently publishing an early chapter book series, Miriam’s Magical Creature Files, with Amulet Books/Abrams. This series is so much fun—I love writing humor, and it is an amazing experience to see a fantastic illustrator bring a book to life! I’m also working on the sequel to my children’s science fiction book, Future Me Saves the World (and Ruins My Life), which was published by Aladdin/Simon & Schuster in June.

AE: What are you reading right now?
LC: I am someone who reads lots of books at once, so this is going to be a long answer! In historical fiction, I’m in middle of The Master Jeweler by Weina Dai Randel, and I also sneaked in the first few chapters of The Boy with the Star Tattoo by Talia Carner. In SFF, I just started an advance copy of The Philosophy of Thieves by Fran Wilde. I also read middle grade—partly because I write middle grade, partly because I just like it!—and so I also just started The Secrets of Lovelace Academy by Marie Benedict and Courtney Sheinmel.

And in non-fiction . . . no, just kidding, I think that’s enough.

AE: How can our readers follow you and your writing? (IE: Social media handles, website URL . . .)
LC: My website, which I update frequently (and where you can sign up for a new releases only newsletter), is www.leahcypess.com. Currently I post about books, scenery, and sometimes food on Instagram and Facebook, in both places as Leah Cypess.

Leah Cypess is the author of the middle grade series Sisters Ever After, the early chapter book series Miriam’s Magical Creature Files, and the middle grade book Future Me Saves The World (And Ruins My Life). Leah has also written four young adult fantasy novels and numerous works of short fiction. She is a four-time Nebula Award finalist and a World Fantasy Award finalist. You can learn more about her and her writing at www.leahcypess.com.

Shared Space: Thoughts On “Aftermath”

by William Preston

William Preston discusses how the communal experience of reading and sharing ideas about art with others helped inspire “Aftermath,” his latest story in our [July/August issue, on sale now!]

One of my earliest memories is of running across the playground at my nursery school, shouting, like the Human Torch, “Flame on!” I was five years old. To write of this now is to advance a few worn frames of film through a machine that erodes as it projects; in showing you, I have further degraded the original image.

The only Fantastic Four comic I had read at the time was the replica of the first issue that came with the voice-acted LP; it was released that same year, also the year the foursome had their first animated show (from Hanna-Barbera Productions). I don’t remember the show, though I must have watched it. I still have the record and accompanying book.

I mention this not because my story “Aftermath” concerns our relationship with memory, though that is certainly a motif, but because so much of my creative life—in which I include childhood play—has been engendered and sustained by the creativity of others.

Creative works, of whatever medium, invite our participation, though such participation may include confusion and resistance. We imagine ourselves in that setting or as that character; sing a song from a musical as if to an audience; act in a play we’ve seen others perform; recite a poem in the silence of our house; step into a watercolor scene. In those moments, we share the creator’s breath. We see as they did and inhale the air they conjured.

For decades, I’ve enjoyed the author comments in the rearward material of the O. Henry Prize and Best American Short Stories collections; I may not read all of the stories, but I read all of those notes. Authors often tie a story’s origin to a personal event or relationship. Other times, the seed of an idea comes from another creative work. I have caught myself thinking that I am “unoriginal” or even “not especially creative” because of my reliance on the work of others in prompting me; reading how other writers are themselves moved to write provides a corrective.

We imagine ourselves in that setting or as that character; sing a song from a musical as if to an audience; act in a play we’ve seen others perform; recite a poem in the silence of our house; step into a watercolor scene. In those moments, we share the creator’s breath. We see as they did and inhale the air they conjured.

I have no idea how or when I landed on the term “springboard.” I may have first used it in teaching. Describing the commonalities between, say, Le Guin’s “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas” and the argument about the suffering child in Dostoevsky’s Brothers Karamazov, I might have said, “Le Guin isn’t telling the same story, but she springboards off Dostoevsky to address our moral response.” Such phrasing appeals to me—more than language such as “inspired,” with its hint of a hidden world—because it’s so concrete, and I like to think of writing as analogous to carpentry or architecture.

“Aftermath” springboards from Ray Bradbury’s “Night Meeting,” which first appeared in his Martian Chronicles in 1950. The story, written expressly for the book, presents a presumably Mexican-American colonist from Earth interacting on this dead Mars with a Martian riding a vehicle that looks like a bejeweled praying mantis; to each of them, the other is an impossibility.

My first reading of “Night Meeting” is another of my over-viewed, thin memories. It faintly exists as a scene on a summer’s day, a too-hot day in Pennsylvania when I sprawled reading in my childhood bed. “Night Meeting” is one of those Bradbury tales in which the writer maintains tight control over his sometimes-rampant figurative language; tellingly, it’s also a story in which realism and the fantastical (call it science fiction if you must) are in perfect balance. Nothing about the speculative elements is especially credible, but the conviction and concreteness of the prose along with the believability of the characters’ points of view make the thing work. My strong sense of it still—I remember this feeling—is that there is space around the words; the prose isn’t aiming to stuff you full of detail so you have nothing except what the author says. Rather, you’re invited into the temporary and liminal shared world. You inhabit this world with Bradbury and these two characters, all of you standing mystified under the stars.

My “Aftermath” is also an example of “playing in someone else’s sandbox,” though I brought my own toys to add to Bradbury’s few. What I’m evoking should be recognizable as Bradbury’s Mars, though if you’ve read The Martian Chronicles, you know that there’s no one Mars in its pages but rather a host of stories that work together despite inconsistencies, a collection of scriptures that live in tension but avoid coming to blows because they’ve been set between two covers and called canon.

Every creative work welcomes someone—maybe not everyone—into a common experience. I like talking with people who have read my work less because of any pride in the result than because I, too, experience it after its completion as any reader might; I hardly remember what I’ve done.

With this story of an impossible Mars (and another that I just finished writing), I’m inviting readers to enter my own thin recollection of reading and discovering The Martian Chronicles. I still have my ragged childhood copy; I just took it down from among my other Bradbury books, between bookends made of pieces from the late author’s attic. The pages smell old in that way we all know, the shed molecules of paper puffing upward to get in our eyes and nostrils. They smell, too, of summer at the open window and all the possibilities of life and worlds to come.

William Preston is a former teacher whose short fiction has appeared repeatedly in Asimov’s. His story “A Crisis for Mr. Lion” won the 2006 All-Story Short Fiction Contest. He is currently at work on both longer and shorter pieces of writing. He may be found online at @williampreston.bsky.social.

Q&A With Derek Künsken

Derek Künsken, winner of our 2013 Readers’ Award for best novelette, returns to Asimov’s for the 13th time with “Worm Song,” appearing in our [July/August issue, on sale now!] Find out how a Chinese publisher helped Derek’s latest story come to be in this illuminating Q&A

Asimov’s Editor: What is the story behind this piece?
Derek Künsken: I was approached by a Chinese publisher who had previously translated some of my stories. They were looking for a new story that included the elements of “new year” and “dragons.” I really like imagining weird places and inventing strange aliens with unconventional relationships with their environments. My vision of this story was pretty clear right away. From the beginning, “Worm Song” had most of the elements that ended up in the final draft: the gas giant, families apart and hoping to reconcile, insights into the alien, and the gas giant.

AE: Do you particularly relate to any of the characters in this story?
DK: I think we’ve all had our hearts broken. I think we’ve all been in relationships that are important to us where we feel that one person or the other is drifting away. I think I was going for that kind of tragic personal vibe in this story, to reflect the larger alien dragon tragedy going on in the depths of the gas giant.

AE: How did the title for this piece come to you?
DK: I don’t know that my process for titling is very conscious or systematic. Titles are very much a feel thing, a gut thing for me. Although I was supposed to be focusing on dragons, and we did get there in the story, the key to the dragons is of course the worm song, which felt like the right title for the piece.

AE: What is your history with Asimov’s?
DK: I think this is my 13th Asimov’s story. Sheila Williams bought my second short story sale back in 2008 and I’ve been very lucky with Asimov’s since then. Its readers have been very supportive—I won the Asimov’s Reader’s Poll in 2013. And the editors have been great to share creative space with.

AE: Who or what are your greatest influences and inspirations?
DK: I think there are early influences, which didn’t really help me understand science fiction or how to be a writer, but they were fun at the time: Edgar Rice Burroughs, Tolkien, Frank Herbert, and way too many Marvel comic books. Later, I think I was much more consciously inspired by Iain M. Banks, Alastair Reynolds, Stephen Baxter, Ken MacLeod, and other exemplars of British Space Opera, which is the sub-genre I feel I’m most often writing and reading.

AE: Are there any themes that you find yourself returning to throughout your writing? If yes, what and why?
DK: I seem to keep coming back to worries about the genetic engineering of humanity. This comes across most strongly in my Quantum Evolution novel series (starting with The Quantum Magician) where humanity has genetically engineered itself into several subspecies, and ultimately, evolutionary arms races that are no good for anyone. A distant second is probably just weird places in space: strange stars, strange moons, strange planets. Heck, even strange gas clouds . . .

AE: How did you break into writing?
DK: Slowly haha. Yeah, slowly. I was writing for real seriously for about 20 years before I was good enough to make my first sale around the time I was 35 years old. That’s one of the reasons I call myself a slow learner. Around that time, I also started listening to podcasted short stories. That really helped me sharpen my writing instincts and craft. About 3 years of intensive listening/reading and writing stories and sending them off got me to a place where most of what I was writing was selling. When I had enough of a track record with short fiction publications, I tried with a novel to get an agent. I had a number of novelfails but finally, in 2018, The Quantum Magician was published by Solaris Books to some great responses and I’m finishing drafting the 4th novel in the series right now.

AE: What are you reading right now?
DK: I have a toddler, so I don’t get all the sleep I would like, so my reading is a lot of rereading right now, or podcasts about comics or video games. I’m currently rereading The Algebraist by Iain M. Banks and some older science fiction. On new books, I recently enjoyed Someone You Can Build a Nest In by John Wiswell, Shigidi and the Brass Head of Obalufon, by Wole Talabi, and Empire of Sand by Tashi Suri.

AE: Do you have any advice for up-and-coming writers?
DK: I know it’s not for everyone, but try to break in through short fiction. My agent asked me for my novel on the basis of my pitch and my short fiction track record. That means reading (analytically) a lot of short fiction. I wish I’d followed that advice sooner.

AE: What other careers have you had, and how have they affected your writing?
DK: I’ve worked with street kids as a volunteer, and I’ve done cancer research for my masters degree, and I’ve been a diplomat with an occasional focus on humanitarian issues. All three of those things show up in my writing from time to time, sometimes at center stage.

AE: How can our readers follow you and your writing? (IE: Social media handles, website URL…)
DK: I’m actively at bluesky @derekkunsken, very passively at twitter @derekkunsken, and my website is www.derekkunsken.com. I occasionally end up on podcasts talking about comic books, like the Magazines and Monsters Podcast, the Graymalkin Lane podcast, and once each on the Quarter-Bin podcast or House of X Book Club podcast. It’s fun talking comics.

After leaving molecular biology, Derek worked with street kids in Central America before finding himself in the Canadian foreign service as a diplomat. He has two space opera novel series, beginning with The Quantum Magician and The House of Styx published by Solaris, and a collection called Flight From the Ages and Other Stories. Critic Rich Horton describes Derek “as one of the best pure ‘hard science’ writers of the current generation . . .” Derek makes his internet home at DerekKunsken.com, and blueskies from @derekkunsken.

Q&A With Rich Larson

Rich Larson returns to Asimov’s in our July/August issue with “Most Things,” his latest story since the publication of his first novella, which appeared in our May/June 2024 issue. Catch up with Rich in our latest author interview about the dream that inspired “Most Things,” the writing contest that kicked-off Rich’s writing career, the merits of spa-day reading, and other surprising topics.

Asimov’s Editor: What is the story behind this piece?
Rich Larson: This story had a long gestation and synthesized many inspirations. The initial sparks came from 1) a vivid dream of a non-existent movie that opened with two middle-aged substance abusers (one played by a grizzled Matt Damon) crashing their car outside a fancy restaurant, bringing their multi-day bender to an abrupt halt 2) a vivid mid-morning high in the Crown & Anchor parking lot, produced by a particularly potent cocktail of weed, shrooms, coffee, and booze.
To elaborate: a friend had come through town to say goodbye before heading off to join the Navy, and he was talking to me about meth-head drywallers and ants being the earliest machine intelligence and how he hopes we eat the rich, and I was too high for it. I kept getting ideas and texting myself so as not to forget; some went on to inspire “Deathmatch” in Lightspeed and “Even If Such Ways Are Bad” in Reactor. The one most relevant to “Most Things” is transcribed below:

Different highs need different words, and for this one I need a word that is a poisonous yellow-black swamp whirling through space, aggressive in vacuum. I can feel the intent in its creepers and flowering tendrils.

That, combined with the aforementioned dream, got me underway. At some point I decided to incorporate the quantic lore from my Clarkesworld story “Carouseling,” creating a rare (for me) shared universe. The ending imagery at the beach came from both my own life and from another dream, in which an immortal being slept tethered to the sandy shallows, and before rising to the surface would carve themselves into a roughly human shape, shedding all the alien mass that would terrify onlookers.

AE: Do you particularly relate to any of the characters in this story?
RL: I can certainly relate to Mack’s fear of death, Arvo’s taste in poetry, and the way the two interact with each other—it’s based heavily on how I interact with old friends from Grande Prairie.

AE: How did the title for this piece come to you?
RL: The working title was “Stagger,” because I was originally going to open with Mack and Arvo staggering out from the wreckage of a car crash. Once the story was actually finished, I retitled it “Life After Heat Death”—but Sarah Pinsker had a better idea during the Sycamore Hill workshop. That’s how I ended up with the poem-referential “Most Things.”

AE: What is your history with Asimov’s?
RL: Long! Asimov’s has published twelve of my stories prior to this one, from “Bidding War” back in 2015 to my first-ever novella Barbarians just last year. Hopefully there are more to come.  

AE: Are there any themes that you find yourself returning to throughout your writing?
RL: Fraught sibling relationships often appear in my work, and recently I’m prone to write stories involving memory, loss, and memory loss. Sometimes I get fixated on a certain motif that lasts for several projects—disembodied heads, for example, feature in my novel Ymir, my novella Barbarians, and, naturally, my Reactor story “Headhunting.” But I work hard to stretch myself and find new forms / themes / relationships, so I’m not too worried about repetition.

AE: How did you break into writing?
RL: Local library writing contest: once per year, two thousand words written to a specific theme, cash prizes. That created my early association between writing and getting paid / recognized, and then at eighteen I was a finalist for the long-defunct Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award, which cemented the idea I could write for a living. I sold some poems and a lot of short stories and eventually got my first novel contract when I was twenty-five. I’ve managed to survive as a full-time writer ever since.

AE: What other projects are you currently working on?
RL: I always have a bunch of irons in the fire. Right now I’m working on eight of my own stories, plus collaborating on a noir novella with another Canadian writer, plus doing some TV writing. I also have a new novel brewing in the back of my mind.

AE: What are you reading right now?
RL: Lately I’ve been doing a lot of spa reading—a book is a great distraction from the cold plunge, and a good companion in the sauna. I’m currently muddling through an Italian thriller, as a way to test my Italian comprehension, and before that I finished Karen Joy Fowler’s The Jane Austen Book Club.

AE: Do you have any advice for up-and-coming writers?
RL: Be kind to yourself. Write things that really interest you. Try flash fiction as a way to practice finishing things, which is its own skill.

AE: What is something we should know about you that we haven’t thought to ask?
RL: I’ve got some new books out! My self-illustrated flash collection, The Sky Didn’t Load Today and Other Glitches, and Changelog, the heftier follow-up to my debut collection Tomorrow Factory.

AE: How can our readers follow you and your writing?
RL: You can find free reads at richwlarson.tumblr.com, support my work at patreon.com/richlarson, and follow me on Instagram at @richlarsonwrites.

Rich Larson was born in Niger, has lived in Spain and Czech Republic, and is currently based in Canada. He is the author of the novels Ymir and Annex, as well as over 250 short stories, some of the best of which appear in his collections Changelog and Tomorrow Factory. His fiction has been translated into over a dozen languages, including Polish, French, Romanian and Japanese, and adapted into an Emmy-winning episode of LOVE DEATH + ROBOTS.

The Origins Of ‘In the Forest of Mechanical Trees’

by Steve Rasnic Tem

Steve Rasnic Tem discusses the looming specter of climate change, what efforts are being made to fight it, and how this inspired him to write “In the Forest of Mechanical Trees”, available to read in our [May/June issue, on sale now!]

At this point I’ve published a little more than 530 short stories. To create that much fiction a writer takes inspiration from a wide variety of sources: news stories, art, folklore, historical events, hopes, dreams, and nightmares. Sometimes it’s difficult to pinpoint an exact source. I might start with a phrase, a character, or a setting, and by some mysterious means a narrative grows from those bare, often unpromising materials.

But this tale, “In the Forest of Mechanical Trees,” has some quite specific origins. I have a dear friend of almost 50 years, a former housewife, ex-social worker, mother of two, who has been an active volunteer for many years. She started with the Hunger Project, unable to tolerate the fact that in a world of so much abundance a great many people were still going to bed hungry every night. During her work combating hunger, she discovered that one of the key elements affecting food production around the world, especially in poorer countries, was climate change. Her volunteering shifted to climate change work with such organizations as the Citizens Climate Lobby (CCL), 2030orBust, and more recently—understanding that reducing emissions isn’t enough given the amount of carbon already in the air—F4CR, the Foundation for Climate Restoration, an organization dedicated to restoring a historically safe and stable climate. By “historically safe,” they mean the climate in which humans have thrived for millennia – the pre-industrial climate.

At one time climate change was a thorny issue. In some circles it still is. People believed it didn’t exist. Over the past couple of decades that has changed considerably. Even the local weather forecasters sometimes refer to climate change and its effect on the weather people are seeing in their hometowns and local regions. Climate change as a real phenomenon has become widely accepted.

But if you ask What can we do about climate change? you’re likely to see a lot of shrugs. Climate change creates feelings of helplessness in a great many people. Climate change belongs to a class of things sometimes referred to as hyperobjects (a term coined by the philosopher Timothy Morton). Hyperobjects are phenomena so massively distributed in time and space they defy traditional notions of what a thing is. They tend to be larger than any one state or nation and they exist beyond the bounds of a single person’s lifetime. Human beings naturally have a hard time with hyperobjects. We feel powerless in their presence.

But people who volunteer for climate change activism believe there are things we can do to remedy this, and I agree. We had the power to create this problem in the first place with our uncontrolled carbon emissions and fossil fuel usage. Our boundless invention and ingenuity created climate change. Perhaps invention and ingenuity, along with self-control, if applied soon enough, will fix it. Climate change activists talk about two different goals: reducing our carbon emissions so that we’re no longer poisoning our air and removing the carbon already in the atmosphere in the hopes of restoring it to what it was before the industrial revolution.

Our boundless invention and ingenuity created climate change. Perhaps invention and ingenuity, along with self-control, if applied soon enough, will fix it.

Organizations like CCL work on the first goal, reducing greenhouse emissions through such strategies as carbon fee and dividend. Organizations like F4CR focus on the second goal, pulling carbon out of the air using the proposed techniques of synthetic limestone manufacture, seaweed permaculture, accelerated natural methane oxidation, and ocean iron fertilization. These methods are discussed in detail in physicist Peter Fiekowsky’s book Climate Restoration: The Only Future That Will Sustain the Human Race. It is important that these methods be studied thoroughly through well-funded pilot projects while there’s still time so that they might be safely implemented on a larger scale.

I’ve come to believe that no one solution is going to repair our world’s climate, but that many different solutions, working in concert, just might. There are a lot of proposals out there, large and small, including olivine beaches, planting more forests, and the solution I talk about in this particular story, mechanical trees. Whatever the method, they all require a fundamental shift in how we view our planet. We have always believed that the Earth and its systems were too big to break. Now we know better. What we do to the world we live in has effects far beyond what we once imagined.

In this story I focus on the grandparents. I’m a grandfather to seven, a great-grandfather to another two. Like many grandparents I worry about the world my generation is leaving behind for my grandchildren. If I live long enough to have to answer for what I did or didn’t do about climate change (which will affect them much more than it has me) what would I say? This aspect of the story was inspired in part by the F4CR-related project The Grandparents Fund for Climate Restoration, grandparents contributing something to help their grandchildren thrive by restoring a climate fit for humans.          

I’ve been thinking about these climate-related issues for some time. But I still wasn’t ready to write a short story about it. That final bit of inspiration came one afternoon when my old friend took me on a walk through a neighborhood in Sebastopol, California. She wanted to show me something she knew I would enjoy. A lot of things, actually. I’m a fan of both sculpture and collage, especially sculpture which re-uses “junk” and turns it into art. In Sebastopol there is an artist by the name of Patrick Amiot (https://patrickamiot.com/) who creates sculptures from objects destined for the scrap heap. These large, intricate, often satirical works of art can be seen throughout the community—in a field by Highway 12, in front of the hardware store, the fire station, fronting office buildings, and on one particular street filling almost every yard—fashioned from hubcaps, lids, watering cans, water heaters, buckets, car hoods, barrels and barrows and oilers—all created by Patrick Amiot and brightly painted by his wife Brigitte Laurent.

Almost immediately I could see my destination, an entire attraction devoted to such sculptures, surrounded by the mechanical trees this artwork financially supported, in the desert somewhere south of an almost uninhabitable Phoenix Arizona. A defiant, creative outpost in a world ravaged by climate change.

Steve Rasnic Tem has published over 525 short stories during his forty-five-plus year career. Recent collections of his work include Figures Unseen and Thanatrauma (Valancourt), and Rough Justice and Everyday Horrors (Macabre Ink). He has won the Bram Stoker, World Fantasy, and British Fantasy Awards, and in 2024 he received the Horror Writers Association Lifetime Achievement Award. You may follow him on the web at www.stevetem.com,  www.facebook.com/steve.tem and @stevetem.bsky.social.