Posthuman Blues

I've started work on a science fiction novel. It's about the unexpected consequences of artificial intelligence and biotechnology, among other things. I have 14 pages done; assuming I keep myself interested (the ultimate test of a manuscript's integrity) and achieve creative escape velocity, I might have something to present to an agent or publisher in six months, when my nonfiction Mars book hits the shelves.

In theory, if "After the Martian Apocalypse" is a success, I'll be granted considerable leeway in what sort of book I publish next. While it's far too early to know if my take on the Red Planet will go over well, at least I'm doing something constructive -- and justifying the purchase of my laptop at the same time.