A friend replied to last week’s post, where I was puzzling over whether my book Green Blood Rising belongs in the science fiction category. She reminded me of its similarity to John Wyndham’s The Day of the Triffids, and said that his book has always been classified as sci/fi. So I’m not going to worry about it any more. Not even a little bit!
I started to read science fiction a few years ago and found, as with fantasy, that some of it I love and some of it I hate. So far, I like Jack L. Chalker and some of Robert Heinlein and just bought a series of three by Jack Vance, who is, like the other two, an old hand at science fiction.
As for fantasy, which I’ve loved ever since I read Lord of the Rings, my all-time favorite author (which means I will read everything and anything she writes) is Sheri S. Tepper. Running a very close second is Ursula LeGuin. I like some of David Eddings’ work and I loved The Golden Compass by Phillip Pullman. Another absolutely top-notch writer is Charles de Lint, a Canadian writer who lives in deepest Ontario. I loved his first two or three books, but he now writes mostly urban fantasy, which I don’t care for. The ‘fantasy’ is fine, but the ‘urban’ I can do without!
So, now that the Green Blood Rising series is done, I’m working on a science fiction story written by a scientist friend. I’m editing and rewriting and loving every minute of it because my friend does know how to tell a story. This project will take some time because the mass of material will probably translate into at least three books. The tentative series title is The Centuries. This is very definitely science fiction. Spaceships! Aliens! Moving planets! Buried cities!
And now I must get back to work. Or is that “spaced out”?