Colin Harvey – author

The second of two pieces on characterization posted over at the blog at Suite101.

I’ve posted the first of an occasional series at Suite101, examining why stories fail. SF is a literature driven by ideas, but an idea without a plot is not a story. Plot grows from character, just as in the best stories, plot drives character.

I’ve held back from this sort of article for some time, because I still think of myself as a journeyman, but I’m slowly accepting that I’m further along the road that journey takes, than many others.

The clock is headed toward midday as I write this, and I’ve only been in for about half an hour! I was up at 5.30 this morning, which is no earlier than any other day, but it already seems to have gone on forever. It’s all about the travelling. And in about three hours I’ll be heading for my Scriptwriting Seminar at Uni, so I’d better turn my thoughts toward that.

But before I do, I’ve posted more about P-Con over at Suite.

Today’s scheduled –as opposed to the unscheduled venture into theatre criticism yesterday- is the latest issue of Black Static.  It’s here.

I promised some stats and stuff over at Blog101, so here‘s the post. We’ll see how much (or little, more like) I know.

This morning’s blog is a straight list of the 2009 Nebula Award finalists. However, I couldn’t resist posting links to the stories I trumpeted when they first came out, which makes me look profoundly perspicacious. Of course, that ignores the finalists I initially rubbished, as well as all the other stories I backed which never made the final… 🙂

I promised this morning’s ramble would be on Life Writing, so I’ve posted a few (almost) random thoughts at Suite101.

This morning’s post over at suite101 is the first of what may be two posts on writing narrative non-fiction. Today -as the title suggests– I’m going to cover that part known as blogging. If I can get around to it, tomorrow I’ll get onto life writing.

I’m still running a little behind on posting reviews, but at least I’ve arrested the slippage, so that I’m no later with this than last week’s review.  So without further ado, here is Asimovs February 2010.

I promised a blog post on Thursday about that evening’s murder mystery event, and despite struggling to sum the evening up –that’s the difference from real life, which is nowhere near as neat and tidy as fiction– I’ve duly posted a few thoughts over at suite101.